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I don’t know what I was to you. I don’t know if you care. But I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t ever take it back..

I lashed out and tore up with my knife. I could feel a soft release as the knife sliced into flesh. Somewhere in the darkness, my opponent swore. ..

How indifferent clouds must look down upon people playing with their bombs.

The Darkness has forever gone And nothingness remains. The vitality that once spilled forth Hath retreated from the plains. We ruled supreme on ..

Alone in a world of people, I long for your caress. Just a touch. A brush of cheek. Something innocent and pure. A feeling to let me know I&rsq..

As I hold the gun up to my head, I think of all I’ve done and said. The Devil, I think, got the better end, And I just want my life to mend..

Tears fall swiftly to the night Softly, softly, out of sight. Streaks of salt the last remains Remnants of the passing pain. Pearls drop down on..

Such a choice, such a choice, such a choice, In the end, where do I put my voice? Latino, white, or black- Wait, now let me think back- I think ..

The mirror cracks my self into A broken piece. United. Reflections stir there I see you Give me no peace. Divided. To think of what I th..

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