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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathAll I see is redThe blood of the young is shed If karma is a b***h then what do monsters get?Bullet..
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Brown hands are red in the white seaPicking white things in thescorchingyellowTired drops of sweat fall from the bodiesSkin deep beauty stolen from th..
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Dark is this place in which her mind resides
Sometimes she thinks of suicide
In her darkest hour…she opens her eyes
Drip, drop, drip, dr..
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This is a dream!
Wake me up!
This is a nightmare
Pinch me now
I don't want to be here
Not any more
There used to be peace
And now it's wa..
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I am not a poet I am the truth spitter Don’t call me Christian Call me disciple of my own religion I am not a prophet of words I am the prophecy..
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A Story by EMMIE
MOST OF YOU WILL SEE HOW LONG THIS STORY IS AND BYPASS IT, OR SCROLL DOWN AND WRITE SOMETHING WITHOUT READING IT AT ALL...IT IS YOUR LOSS. BUT FOR THO..
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A Story by EMMIE
Dear, mama I can see the world from here. It's all so strange. People seem so cruel. I see their mean faces and I hear their arrogant tones. Why, mama..
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STAND UP PROUD AND BE YOU I SPEAK TO THE TEENS I'VE BEEN THERE TOO SPEAK UP LOUD AND BE TRUE DON'T MAKE COPIES OF WHAT THEY DO MAKE YOUR MOTHER PROUD ..
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Striped clothes Pants, shirts, hats, and shoes Even little shoes of little onesPiled up all together In that gas chamber Once those pants hid inhumanl..
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LUCIFER! YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME! You might try me But you can't touch me You won't shake me I won't betray HIM LUCIFER, LUCIFER! LOOK AT ME! Tempt me agai..
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