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IA Poem by eatmillsI’ll always remember the tortured pain on your face You laid there topless; a victim to an evil plot The seed was laid in terms with ej.. |
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DecopulateA Story by eatmillsThis is how Decopulate was supposed to be written. |
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The TruthA Story by eatmillsI know I've been gone too long, wrapped up inside myself, suffering my pain of creation. I have brought myself to the brink of death, but now I can't .. |
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This Is ItA Poem by eatmillsThis is it. This is where it all ends. This is where it all falls apart. This is where we say goodbye to friends. This is when it all ends. When the .. |
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Arbitrary SuicideA Poem by eatmillsIt was so abstract an ending that I could not bear to begin the passion of acceptance and shying away from all else. It's what I'.. |
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WhatA Story by eatmillsWrote this after hearing that the Canadian Government spent more on feeding prisoners than they did on pensioners |
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No LoveA Poem by eatmillsGet out of here I try Leap from rooftops I fly Escape from you That’s what I do There is no love in your eyes There is no love in your l.. |
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Time is an idea, which does not exist.A Poem by eatmillsI don’t have the answer to your cancer, the darkness that eats you whole. Shadow puppets copulate, fill me with hate. I am not alone. I have a.. |
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