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My name is irrelevant to the tale i tell in life, for i am unobservant to, the danger of a knife. Even if it hangs in air, dangling over head, ..

He sits upon the wall watching me. His eyes enveloped in black, His coat stiff upon his back. He's black as night, no light in sight. He lives ..

Standing here thinking nothing about everything And knowing everything about nothing. Pulling my hats strings, dumbfounded, living my life co..

There's a thought that keeps turning, around in my head. A dezire that's burning, when i lay in my bed. A feeling so strong, i know it is wrong. ..

a poem about not being loved back.

When i was 9 he and i were best friends But when i turned 12 it all had to end. He moved to Delaware to go for another He left with no care, ..

Chapter 1: Jazz I stood in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my familiar reflection. My red hair hung down to my chin in a t..

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