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Annalise stared at the limp bodylying on the ground at her feet. An onlooker would say that she looked rather like a small child. One who had jus..

This is a nightmare I've been having for about ten years, I thought it would help me get over it if I wrote it out

Amber is burned into my memory as the smell of good sex As fingertips whisper and lips make hollow promises along my collar bone And flowing wi..

I don’t even know who I am Yet I hate myself Trying to remake myself Who do I want to be? Anyone but me I looked in the mirro..

It's hard to describe. I was kinda serious, yet not serious when I wrote this. I don't think I'm going anywhere any time soon.

I said some things the other day Just to cause you pain I said some things the other day That I will never say again I don't know why, I don't k..

I miss the sound of your voice And the feel of your hair I don’t have enough sense to Move on and get on with my life I miss the sound of yo..

I can feel my spirit soar above As I stretch my limits Like etherealwings to lift me Up and up past all the pain I'm done with having to fight ..

I wanna climb up and up Away from all this hurt I wanna curl up in a tree To hide from the pain I’ve tried so hard run And make my world fa..