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I saw my past,
Through a window pane,
It stared back at me,
Leaving me in vain
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Getting hurt is my drug,
And writing is my cure.
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I looked at the sky and blushed,
Because he saw me from the stars
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Sometimes I wake up for people,Sometimes I do not.For some I should,For some I should not.I could understand the difference,But I could not.It would h..
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I keep my sobs and tears hushed,Because there is nobody whom I trust.
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Under the starry night,we sat,with blankets on,to shield us from the cold wind.Counting the stars,Intertwining our hands,Looking at each otheror perha..
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HE
SMOKED,
AS
HE PUFFED THE CIGARETTE,
HER
HAPPINESS TURNED TO FUME.
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It
all started the day we talked.I
had never met such a genuine boy,Such
a gentleman,Such
a good friendIt
was one of the best things that happene..
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The more I scribbleThe better lines I find.Welcome to a writer's life.The more I tear,The more I am hurt,The more I write,Welcome to a writer's life.T..
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Silence,
a sign ofDestructionNegative
thoughtsLost
hopeBetrayalLonelinessHurtStressInternal
criesLiesDepressionLosing
someoneJealousyObservationA..
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