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Happiness is a distant memory.Pleasure is a myth.Pain is reality.Yesterday is a bitter dream.Tomorrow, a sweet nightmare.You are my yesterday,my fair ..
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Whisper sweet nothings into my ear.Your sparkling pebbles in my eyes,your hair ruffled on the pillow.My dancing fingertipsgliding along your hips.Your..
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Who is this before me?The familiar faceso like mine.The years peeling away-My past self staring at me"Are you me?" I imploreThe blank look in his face..
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Downhill,winding road,my foot on the gas.I see the cliff,I see the turn-I want to go straight.To defy gravity for that split second.To feel like I hav..
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I apologize, familyI'm sorry, friendsbut this is the way it has to beone less mouth for you to feed.In the years I've been here,I have learned from yo..
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Oh reality,where have you gone?It feels as if you have leftfor good.Is that you thereon the ground before me?Broken-shattered into so many pieces?I'd ..
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I have foundthat "upon" has foundits way into my everyday speech.Upon this knowledgethis question arises:Is it that I think higher of myself,or that I..
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The slate can't be wiped cleanthe word still appearsand haunts what used to be memyselflaughing at mewith every swipeevery spit shineevery scratchthe ..
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