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I've always had a thing for winter. Some sort of odd fascination. Maybe it's the transition from dead and withered nature we experience in the autumn..
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Role models,I have no otherBigger than my mother.So today she,Should be praisedFor the way I was raised.I learned ways,How to behave politelySay pleas..
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I'm sitting in my car, late at night. The sky is painted with a rich shade of blue. Tiny silver speckles peek through this nocturnal masterpiece. The ..
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Inspired by the tragic fire at a club in Bucharest, I turned grief into art.
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I
wish you knew,
What
I desire to do
But
I'm lacking the power,
To
give into you.
I
need more than
This
simple conversation we have,
..
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Regrets of unrequited love
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The continuous crinkling murmur,Of crisp autumn leavesQuivering beneath my feet,Their end is nigh.The sky's menacing tempest,A protest of Mother Na..
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painis beginningpainis endiwonder why do we pretendto live a life so purecarefreewhen we're notwhat we're supposed to be
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we are humanswe do wrongwithout speakingwe bring joy without touchingifwe weren't meantto destroy and createthen why is it so beautiful to even exist?
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for she has seen lightlet her be lightfor she has been in the darklet her be freefor she has sufferedlet her grievefor she has endured everythinglet h..
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