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There's many a day where I wish that I could see the world as romantically as some other poets can. Finding peace and beauty in the dances of trees, b..
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I tried so hard,'Cause I wanted to believe...My soul could grow beautifully.Somehow, I've made it here,Only to conspire with my demons,Repeatedly, bro..
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Sometimes,I think about how I want to travel,Make a new life elsewhere.But, I never dare."Just make a little more money."Turned into:"Get a better car..
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He was born to be no morethan a beastly king,She was no more than a blind girl,Living for a game.Brought together by his own interests,Falling slowly,..
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I looked him square in the faceas always,Watching him as he joked.My heart, once again, spearedon the corners of his smile,The light in his hazel-y ey..
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I wonder when I'll feel truly beautiful?Not merely contented with what I've achieved physically,When will I look in a mirrorand be stunned by what I s..
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I'm trying to forget.Forget all of the moments I've written about,Over and over on a constant roundabout.I'm trying to pull them off that cycle,Set th..
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If eyes are windows to the soul...I wonder what mine show others.Are they black abyssesthat speak of the things they miss?Are they ever-warmdespite my..
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Dear N,This will be my last piece for you.There is nothing left for me to do.I guess, this is my last attempt to find some peace,But, I know it won't ..
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In my parallel universe,I'd like to think that I'd be more sociable,I'd still look like me,Just more happy and friendly.Perhaps, by the age of 20,I'll..
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