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“Mom it’s not fair, you always give my things
to her. It’s my cap, how can she wear it?”
&l..
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She born as a sad news, starts burgeoningas she grows, her miseries followingflows with the rhythm, held in curtailmentreach to the juncture of a new ..
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People name that place a paradise,where painful screams are heard; but unheardthe Walking Souls are dealt to be soullessthe Blood is shed as a vain fl..
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giving a re-birth slaying some times yet with mirth ..
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what about that day, thou left me lone?what about the nights, thou made me cry?what about the scars that you gave?what about my place, that you exchan..
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Fear of Unseenis terrifying, every being.Men are aloof,no matter under the same roofYour loved one is ailingbut the dread of phage is prevailing.Alas!..
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