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When i used to go to grandma's house,
long ago when i was a small boy,
there came a knock at the door,
one day.
A very elderly black woman was ..
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Rage time.
Not really anything much a poem,
but I hate looking for scholarships,
I hate contemplating how I am to pay for schooling within the next..
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Injection. Veins. Ecstacy. Initiation. Fantasy.
Open eyed weariness. The fear. Incisions into the flesh.
I want this to be. I want fantasy to be me...
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Each day brings a feeling of the past,each moment creates a feeling of deja vu.But, a euphoric, yet frightening, feeling;consumes, erodes, possesses, ..
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Epiphanies, revelations..
they have the habit of being sudden,
unexpected.
Things that move you to decide upon the most important aspects of life.
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It is often troubling,to this one,to still feel depression,when he considers himself apathetic.It is, truly dissapointing,that the human still remains..
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just. something.
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Tonight, I sit here, in the darkness, yet again.But, this time, I am stressed,and the convenience of the internet grants me a place to speak,and let m..
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Just something off the top of my head.
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There is no meaning between the actions and the words,there is no purpose besides self-satisfaction,there is only selfishness,and apathy.I am a demon...
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