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excellence only goesso farperfection reachesfurtherbut people judge andnever askand they never seekthe truththeir eyes usuallymalice filledtheir mouth..
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I wrote this with "the object of my affection" in the room.
She does / doesn't know about how I feel.
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Not all the insults I was called throughout the month of January, but some.
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I was.. Angry. Let's say that.
I ripped all my poetry books in half.
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A fear, a cry,a maniacal sigh.She can't comply,she just wants to die,have the feeling to fly.She's just going to lie,and as the days go by,she's not g..
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Since this poem is emotional for me, please do not review this poem, because it's my life; I don't need people correcting my mistakes.
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my life is my ownbut it's nothing i can controlnothing going inand nothing coming outeveryone i see just disappearsi look for youyou're goneyou look f..
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tantalizingly breathless.a peripheral vision.the mind plays, swingsthrough my senses.adrenaline pumping.a flick of the hair,a small giggle.affecting i..
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she jumps,he flies.they juggle,they lie.they say,the music plays,the instruments movein time.he writes,she sings.a collector thatcollects things.peopl..
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An autobiographical incident that I told police about today.
I feel.. such a relief.
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