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You blamed me for ruining you.But ruin is something you haven't known.How would it feel to ruin you?My fingertips running down your backas I pierce th..
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Cry little birdy, your tears are the purified water they all drink.Breathe little birdy, you're the fire they all seek.Smile little birdy, we're all w..
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Her eyes so gentle but her soul so rough.Beat up like a used soccer ball.Toss, toss, kicked aroundleft deep, deep in the ground.She searches for her l..
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Her eyes, the same as my favorite cup of coffee.Or was it the dirty mud I'd always trip into on a rainy day?Her heart, the summer flowers, the winter ..
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It's more than admiration and appreciation.
See its brutal humiliation when you've
engaged in this made up invitation
into a heart that cannot b..
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Quiet little girl
The monsters aren't gone.
They're watching through the windows,
They're looking through the stars.
And all your little toys th..
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An old piece of writing that was actually supposed to be part of a story decided to use a little part and tweak it into a poem.
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an old love
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sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself during very dark times, I don't know how to feel at all, but I remember that I can't leave either.
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What do you expect from a soulone single soul.Two broken hearts and she carries both.Have you asked how she’s been breathing lately?Have you gon..
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