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this is for someone who might not ever read this..
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its like a continueation of the rose sonnet that i have...
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these miserable ruins still stand, their faint memories still shown for those who care to see. these scars that are left, are all that are left.
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hello my friend, your so perfect, so innocent. even though you've seen some of the darker stuff in life, you stay this elegant, this free. your body s..
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'no!! please dont go!' she said as she runs in to his open arms, tears running down her face.
'to late' he says before he breaks apart
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i dont really know what to call this, i'm always horrible at naming things...
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suddenly i feel the blood fall,suddenly i feel the pain,suddenly i feel lost,suddenly i feel nothing.suddenly i was nothing..
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i had to write a sonnet in summer school, then read it out loud, my teacher seemed worried, and alittle scared...
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