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Blue feathers blown in the snow,A poof of nonexistence dotted with red.Its ending so pitiful its remnants so sweet.It was its mother, the robin’..
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Why?I am a bitter person,But not who you think I am.See, you’re sadly confused, As you think I’m A flourish of hate,A reincarnation of mal..
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You’re gone, butYour face lingers in my mind,A perfect memory.All I ever wanted, was your love.(Why am I so self-inhibiting?)Your love is a pois..
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What good is a day with
hope?The
hard snow will show how even the sky deserves its freedom,or we wouldn’t live,and someday you may
too be ..
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What good is a day
without hope?Even the rattling of the autumn leaves may seem empty.The sunny blue sky may
seem to burn.The moving grass will on..
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Dear Solitude,Its nice to see you again!Though it hasn’t been a while,I’d thought I’d say hiIn a formal matter,As it appears we&rsqu..
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IsolationThe first word that comes to mind.Am I intimidating?Is that,Perhaps,Why nobody will talk with me?I hope I’m not intimidating.All I am i..
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Who am I? Who are we? Is it just a bunch of opinions that really mean nothing? What defines identity?
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Hey,I miss you.Are you still there?Or are you trapped
inside a shellThat wasn’t near to what it used to be?Nobody’s perfect,But I still ..
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I hate youJust memories of yourTouchYour holdYour hugYour voiceSickens meI hate youThat long dark hair I longed to touch,your tall skinny frameyour pe..
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