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My name is irrelevant
to the tale i tell in life,
for i am unobservant to,
the danger of a knife.
Even if it hangs in air,
dangling over head, ..
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He sits upon the wall watching me.
His eyes enveloped in black,
His coat stiff upon his back.
He's black as night,
no light in sight.
He lives ..
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Standing here thinking nothing about everything
And knowing everything about nothing.
Pulling my hats strings, dumbfounded,
living my life co..
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There's a thought that keeps turning,
around in my head.
A dezire that's burning,
when i lay in my bed.
A feeling so strong,
i know it is wrong.
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a poem about not being loved back.
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When i was 9 he and i were best friends
But when i turned 12 it all had to end.
He moved to Delaware to go for another
He left with no care, ..
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A Story by Jazzy
Chapter 1: Jazz
I stood in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my familiar reflection. My red hair hung down to my chin in a t..
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