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Writing comes from the soul,Travels Hearts,AndFinds home on paper.
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Pain is...A heart filled with distrust,
A mind filled with consciousness,
A soul filled with emptiness,
Desires unfulfilled,
Thoughts unwr..
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Let
them burn,
In
the love of hatred
Let
them crave,
For
what is not destined
Let
them desire,
For
the non-existing truth
Let..
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I began my journey as an angel,
Sweet and kind,
To all I behaved the same,
The only thing I wanted,
Was to shine
Shine so bright,
Th..
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PRESENT:Now all I can do is stare him with herand feel jealous.Looking at them getting closerand loving each other*Sorry, let me tell you my mistake, ..
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Why doesn't it stop?It showed itself up again
So many cries,
Such enmity,Why does it happen?
Is it compulsory?Yes, the worst thing showed up,The on..
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A respect I've earned today,A dignity my colleagues bring to me.An honour Ireceive today,An inspiration everyone sees,and when I look in those eyes,I ..
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Loud wind,Ice cold,Three
layers of coats on,Fog smoking
out of mouth.As I walk
down the gray stone road,I find I creepy
house.Trees dancing,Water ..
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Can you tell me why I exist,No feeling in my heart persist?Can you tell me why I die,Everyday a monotonous cry?To change the past, or to strive,For th..
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I used to be there,
Where they are now
I used to be there,
And they used to applaud.
Freedom, dignity,
Respect, liberty
They weren&r..
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