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The cool breeze swept through the stalls, cooling down the air only just a little bit. My hair, braided to the side, fell in a sloppy mess down my ri..
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He says I'm beautiful,but I don't see.He tells me I'm lovely,but how can that be?The image in the mirror,tells all these lies.It's hard to distinguish..
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Their stares,it's torture.Mine too,really.The eyes,all of them on me.They judge me,I just know it.All the lies I've told,mother how could you not ask?..
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Alas,I am gone.Or going really.The baking sun,blistering my skin,why don't you save me?I feel like drowning,in the thoughts I have thunk,dreams I have..
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Sometimes,Life,strikes home...Sometimes,the fire along the walls comes creeping up,and as we sit alone and watch the flames,we fear they are coming cl..
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I sat on my light, wood-stained tack box with my head down, staring at my hands. My dark mousy hair fell in curls in front of my eyes which blocked m..
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If there is just,one thing you must know,one thing,I never told you,was this.You'll never know,for I'll never say,how I long for your heart.To have yo..
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Summer rain,spits down on my window,lightning in the distance,crackles with its' need,for me.Silver dagger in hand,glittering with every crack and bol..
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Even though,you may not know,my heart lies with you.All those times,you saw me broken and bloody,in a pool of my own despair,and saved me.Did I not th..
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I saw,
I saw out in the field,
behind the barn in the mid-summer sun,
a horse who has no name.
She trotted and jogged,
al..
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