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By missing you, I’m owning your absenceYou were absent before I could miss youDo I really miss you? Or am I just owning your absence?Either way,..
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Red-is for the scars that reopen, and for the blood that comes out of my mouth, when words are spokenOrange-is for the fire my demons dance around, an..
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I stare deep into nothingI turn that space into somethingIt’s not just one thingMy soul is emptyingClosing my eyes to be revivedThe Darkness in ..
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I see the same sly, ugly snake, but I’m not awakeI couldn’t crawl away from you, I froze all the way throughYour mouth is wide open, ready..
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As soon as the Dark and I meetA snake slithers at my feetI’m under my pink covers, but not asleepI stay still because my fear is so deepI try to..
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I laugh at religion because of the world we live inIt brings out confusion more than inclusionI cry more at His "pure" Name than Satan's evil Game Why..
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“Look at you, all pretty in pink’’I just smile at them, and think‘’If they only knew, really’’I know, it sou..
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Watch my arms foldI’m slowly turning coldMy pretty face has been talkingMy broken spirit has started walking
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A baby girl is born, Daddy’s waiting for her first cryHer existence is so fragile, she could dieEvery minute counted, she needed help to liveDad..
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When I was growing up, I lived in a house that wasn’t made into a home. I had food on the table, clothes on my back, and somewhere to rest my he..
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