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I remember the times when I was simple and playful. When I looked at the news I wondered what color was the anchorman's tie. When I saw my parents rea..
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A stinging pain in my headA physical symptom of exhaustionTired of the Earth's structuresand motionsThe marching 'individuals' lookto mepointing a cra..
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"I Love your eyes my dear,their splendid sparkling fire,when suddenly you raise them so,to cast a swift embracing glance,like lightning flashing in th..
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The grave sits at the edge of the world,among other nameless stones,waiting for the next exhausted soulto come sit in its soil bed it has made.Dreams ..
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The heavy remedy lays silent,still in my nervous hand,doubt does not sit on my mind,but Gods judgment stays thetrigger.My home is quiet.The soundtrack..
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A journey on a fresh road is always exciting,leaving home to embrace the world hidden,looking with sharp eyes the jewels to be found,and hope to find ..
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The bell rings and the inception of this hell begins. The clock is an a*****e who constantly stares at me saying, “ cant go faster.” The s..
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Violins play in the background.Do they play for love's birthor an impending doom?A soundtrack to a unmerciful death?She looks to what I cannot see,abs..
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There is a stench around me,the leaves respond to it with a yelp,and glowing emotions become scarce.The eclipse is eternal in its place, the sun burie..
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How many prayers become lost in the city's screams? To wither in the gray smoke of the sewers,and never reach another ear, or be ignored. The night is..
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