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Remind me why I breathe.It gets foggier and foggier every day.Remind me why I inhale.I lose myself every second.Remind me why I exhale.It becomes a my..
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an old poem
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Her eyes are dark circles,Reminding her of her sleepless nights.She covers it with makeup and hides herself.She knows what it's like to want to die,To..
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I'm being carried away by your wordsYour smell,Your touch,Your voice,I miss you so.But you knowYou're vacant & I am emptyTime is not important to ..
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We have become so fragile.Like a house of cards.The hands that build are shaking, we grow clumsy.We lose balance and we scatter across the carpet.Aiml..
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Where are youdearand why must itorture myself this way?Why must Iachewith the words I cannot say?
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old old oldies
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Who is this person I have become?Since when do I just sit around,Waiting for the one?If only I could make a sound...But I have no lips, fingers, or te..
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The human brain is an amazing place,Some things we remember, others we erase.We make one tiny mistake,And suddenly everything is at stake.You just don..
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old poem i wrote
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