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To be realistic its really all my fault. The depression, the anger, the guilt, hell even the nightmares. Yep, it is alll me. Two suicide attempts bec..
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Part 1
She sits behind
the large, somehow threatening desk, slumped low in the cracked vinyl seat, as
if to disappear. Th..
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this is a story of a girlwhose life she knew itshatteredand as she watched the twinklingpiecesFall below hershe came to understandthey weren'tworththe..
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"Why?"The young man sitting on the ground, turned to look at the little girl sitting next to him."Pardon me?"She tilted her head, her smallforeheadcr..
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~ 20 years later....~ Sabella Thorton sat up in bed, air ..
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This lifehas stretchedfor what seems likean eternitythese marksare nothing butcrimsonback-splashesagainstthe canvas of timethese words arerelevantto o..
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You tell herto go to hellbut you truly haveno conceptthat she is already therein this landof broken dreamsshe allowsthese broken thoughtsto mar her di..
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Just another facelost in the crowdjust a broken voicein which the silence is loudjust a broken heartdrowning in broken dreamsdeep in the woodsof broke..
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I wrote these poems probably a good couple years ago.... they were meant as epics, I thought it may be a good idea to combine them.
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