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A quick poem about Death, and the pain, and relief that he brings to people around the world.
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Morte is Italian for death, while vita is Italian for life, this poem is about the way that I see life and death.
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We begin with an ode to the end,An ode to when the world stops,A world were your gun might just become your best friend,A world were you hide from oth..
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Zombies were once people. ;-)
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When you bully someone, this is how you make them feel.
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Different people have different views of the apocalypse.
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Please try with all your might,Dear friend of mine,Put up a good fight,Til the end of the line.When you know the end has come,Please my dear,Do not ru..
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A quick tale of a person who was told to hide their depression.
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I tried to wait,But it took so long,Now I fear its much too late,I am to far gone.Upon my cheek rests a single tear,I sit here and cry,I am filled wit..
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A lonely old man, gets his wish in the end.
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