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Andrew Jackson, what is there to say?
A great president or King Andrew I?
He was the first president to do many,
first to ride a railroad train, ..
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Laughter explodes from my babbling mouth
around the people whom I love,
but forever still does it stay in my shut mouth
around the people I don&rsq..
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With each day, each minute, each second I grow
older the hate inside grows forever stronger.
As you’re yelling persists I yell back as crazy
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He battered his little fists to feel something.
Red slashes here and thee just to feel he’s alive.
He slipped into her bedroom late at night.
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Every night she falls into the darkness
of a deep slumber where torment arises.
Monsters invade her mind as it is left
open in the realms. Her ..
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One, two, three, four,
tell me that you love me more.
Five, six, seven, eight,
come one now don’t be late.
No boxes of chocolate, you’..
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These words are my diary screaming
out loud as my head tells me to let go,
but my heart tells me never.
With each passing day I grow
more dist..
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Blank stares at blank pages,
there’s no easy way to say this.
My heart screams out everything,
but my mouth stays still as a brick.
Blank st..
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On the streets he live in a rut,
but he is no wallowing mutt
as he buries is bone
for living is his throne.
Poor fellow digs through trash
whil..
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Sirens wail like babies’ cries bouncing
on and off the city’s caged walls.
Flashing lights blind the passerby
as cars race at the speed..
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