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I wake up, but really,
I'm still half asleep
Until I breathe in my coffee
my sweet, sweet, yet bitter drink.
I drink it in the morning, a..
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Stop the violence!
Stop the war!
Don't you wish it was that easy?
For the soldiers
who are on the front lines
who have children and wives.
The..
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The thought of dieing
has never made me feel more alive.
Out with the lying
because life's too short.
No more, 'I'm bored.'
Let's pick up speed
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Beautiful writing,
lovely words,
give eternity
to those who write.
Long after your death
or you're crippled with disease,
I'll see your writing
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Some things are best kept in the dark
and away from the light.
Some things are meant to be put up
and kept out of sight.
But some things are mea..
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The days went by fast.
The more crystal I took,
the shadier and shadier I looked.
Stole money, some silver.
All that I could grab.
I started at 1..
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Is it a choice
to be so numb,
or is it ignorance
to douse the fire within?
The coffee does not wake me.
Inside I feel broken.
Time cannot heal
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I wake to the smell of coffee.
The time is 7 a.m.
Half my coffee- is mixed with liquor.
The bitterness and stinging heat goes down.
My heart burst..
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Light washes over everything, blinds it, distorts it. It takes everything that you've taken the time to neatly tuck in with a blanket of darkness and ..
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run
as far as your legs can take you
run
until you can't see your past blazing brightly behind you
run
until you vision's blurred with tears
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