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when im gone, please dont cry, for my soul has risen. please, my precious child, dry your tears, because if you believe, my memory will always be clos..
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a bad feeling, something wasnt right. she needed to know, even though she knew it really couldnt be as perfect as it seemed. he let her down, he told ..
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here i am! cant you see me? cant you hear me? im right here! talk to me! you know im here.... why must you pretend? i know i cant give you much, but s..
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it rhymes... i dont like my poems when they rhyme...
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life seems to have no meaning....i look close my eyes and hear people screaming. i am filled with rage as my life goes by. i feel like i want to die.a..
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I can be a friend and i can be an enemy.Look at me and tell me what you see. I want to stay here till the end. I want to be a memory. Now you see i o..
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Ineed you now, can you sneek out? What? Its midnight, are you ok?
i will be later but i want you here when i do.
I snuck out the window that night..
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this is my def. of the word love
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my sis used to write this a lot so its hers! its really short so... u kno.
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The Final Act
screeching tires, shattering glass, twisted metal, fibarglass. the scene is set, it all goes black, and so we're in my final act.
th..
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