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A mess with the words.
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How 'love' primarily effects us.
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Writing after a long time.
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Inhale, exhale, Inhale, exhale,
Don't leave so soon, I'll be wretched,
Rubbing your hands, your daughter said,
Hoping this isn't your last brea..
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Tell me what you think about it.
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A poem, for the times when I feel, there is no one for me.
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Blow clouds of smokes out of my feelings. I care not; I only get hurt.
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An Unexpressive and An Expressive Poem.
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Story about a group of friends.
Who never thought their life could take such a turn..
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My cries are no more heard, the pleasant voices are fading away.
I realize I am the one who is wrong.
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