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I feel weak and depleted
I'm not sorry, i'm defeated.
I am sick, I am selfish
I am hungry, starving, wraithe-ish.
I am Poison, I am Plague
I am w..
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The Lord is my Shepard; I shall not want.
He is my salvation, and I lie under him, in his glory
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leade..
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I am trapped in a room, hidden behind a library’s bookshelf, it is small and there are four other girls in the room with me. We are hungry, it..
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A sort of sequel to "Her"
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An experience I won't forget.
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Is it wrong to be jealous, with a black heart
with a stare that can put daggers into a heart
is it wrong , is it wrong.
Is it wrong to be tired a..
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Shush little baby hear these words, hear mommy talking, soft and sure.
Shes gunna tell you a story 'bout blood and shadows and how she bled.
How ros..
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Sharp, shining, smooth cut wounds are a trick of the light.
Every straight line tells a story of a ragged mind.
Slits shining red grin at me,
the..
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Pray all you want if we fall there will be nothing and no one to catch us.
We're crashing down,
we're falling down,
the cushions float and you stil..
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Why are hearts the symbol of love?
They gain nothing but stitches
maybe the needle should be our symbol
So sharp, shining with its wicked tip
need..
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