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that everyone gets but me
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beauty is in oneself, not in metaphors
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Softly, the lamb sets forth in the garden,
Little one who has giv’n us all pardon,
Gently he walks, passing all the angels,
His rei..
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I am a parking ticket... (not my best written but the one that makes me laugh the most)
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sadness is like water, a necessity
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you tell me you don't believe in a Godthis world is too brokentoo evil to ever have belonged to righteousness yet every piece of you is a miracle a li..
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a little poem about social anxiety
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barefoot on an empty street,half past ten,just myself and the memory of you.the chill in the air feels like freedom,but I've never been the type to le..
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It's easy to find fault in oneself,some flaw that determines worth,and I can't say that I haven't fallen victim.But something,somewhere,decided I need..
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Sadness is comforting.It is my blanket on a cold night,my forgiving friend.It knows me better than anyone else,my secrets held tightly behind closed b..
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