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A pain so deep, it drowns you
Like sinking sand, it surrounds you
A nothingness so bleak and bland
That no one else could understand
The tortu..
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Daren't ever catch her eye
They're fibre obtic; sparks will fly
They're copper swirls of everything warm
They're an electric fire storm
They'r..
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“What’s
your biggest fear?” he asks, looking at me right in the eye. I meet his gaze
for a second, but that’s all I can mana..
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It takes a while for me to finally remove myself from the
patio wall, stub out my silver wrapped cigarette and walk along the stretch of
beach. For ..
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I think I’m in love.
I think love how her hair isn’t straight or curly but it’s
somewhere in between. And how she changes it..
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It was the reaper dressed as an angel
And when he asked me to dance
He charmed the snake and slayed the beast
Beginning the entrance
I took his..
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He ran his hands through the hot tap, holding them there and scrubbing them until they bled, and the skin around his fingers bubbled raw red like a hu..
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She looked at her watch.
It read 21:16, much to her dismay. The train home would have left about thirty seconds ago, and she wasn&rsquo..
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Just another poem about the same girl who features in most of my poems
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I've been hospitalised twice for anorexia nervosa, so although am now fully recovered, this highlights some of my thoughts when I was at my worst, hop..
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