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life is like a road. you have yourbeginning, your middle, and your end. there are cracks and fills. the bridges and hills. there are crashes which br..
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this is a poem thats spoken by to people. there both in love with each other even though they dont know it.
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We sit in a circle
Sharing our deepest secrets.
These are my friends, my true friends.
The ones I can tell anything to,
And go to sleep knowing..
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i bet you dont know
that you dont know me.
your my friend - been that way forever
but all you see
is a mask
shaped perfectly to my face.
the mas..
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Drip, drip
go the tears
falling from my eyes.
leaving icy streaks
where they lay.
Drip, drip
goes the blood
sliping down my arms.
bringing new..
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when i die, i hope i'm wearing something pretty. a dress maybe, so i could look likea lost goddess. yes, a long dress with pretty shoes, and my makeup..
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all the screaming
the yelling,
its too much;
i break.
i shatter into a thousand pieces.
dont know what to do anymore.
should i call a friend?
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As im standing here alone, surrounded by six hungry wolves in the middle of the forest, i realize something: i love him.
i love him like the moon lov..
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I've always wondered how you did it.
Every day of every week of every month.
You did it until I couldn't do it anymore.
You yelled.
You scream..
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Falling.
How would it feel to be falling?
Falling from the highest cloud,
Falling from the tallest building.
Would you scream?
or go peacefully
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