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You sit in you grave,
wrapped in lies.
The lifeless cold dirt
chills you.
The smell of death is stale,
but bitterly sweet to the
tip of your tou..
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I stumble to my bed,
drunk with pain...alcohol.
I slam my body,
against thecold sheets,
kicking the blanket,
to the floor.
My mind,
so crouded...
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You have always seemed so real;
the touch of your handI could feel.
You craddled me with your arms and love;
my head always in the clouds above.
B..
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With her craddled and deeply asleep in his arms, he carried her oer to the bed, with the moonlight glaring through the window. He gently layed her acr..
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Some people are more than what they seem...
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Have you ever envyed a love?
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A simple story about a high school girl with a high school crush, but will this crush work out, or will it only end up crushing her...?
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A winter warfare unfolds tonight...
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A sad day when husbands march to war, or to their deaths...
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What things want, and what the world is like...
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