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Somewhere there’s a winding rods without an end. Somewhere there’s a child lost in a crowded town. So go and live your life out loud..

Pesky flies pinch and bite; a pack of moronic wolves howl all while drool flows as a river from their mouths. Teeth bared, I’m trapped wit..

Pesky flies surround me as they pinch and bite sucking away my blood; their hands caress my skin while their mouths try to flirt their way into..

How much must I hurt before I can heal? How much must I fall before I can get up? How much must I crawl before I can walk? Each decision ma..

Looking up there’s those eyes again. Those divine eyes that only look at me in my nights’ dreams. Looking back down I fake indiff..

A blue jay perched upon my window sill sang such sweet a song opening to my heart. There I gave my heart away for the one I loved leaving it in..

The virus spreads throughout the air consuming all that breath the death. Temperatures rise as your body sets on fire; your body aches as it&rs..

Clean white papers lay staring at me waiting for my ink to stain its purity. Laying there they mock me as my pen reaches for it, but back away ..

A failing class lay ahead of me following an empty stream, but I stay strong against the flow not minding these rotting fish.

I once gave my heart away, Left it in the open where a butterfly Came and took it away, Such blissful moments came of this, Memories I’ll ne..