Renea Quail
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A Sick And Twisted Cycle.A Poem by Renea QuailBinge. Purge. Starve.Cutting and slicing.Self destruction at it's greatest.What a rush,Like a flow of ecstasy;A twisted euphoria.The feelings sink dee.. |
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Give Me More.A Poem by Renea QuailI feel like I'm floating.I can feel every beat,Every tingly touch.It's a rush.Perfect and deadly.Why can't everyday hurt this good?The drugs are like .. |
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PowerA Poem by Renea QuailWhat controls you?Is it your weight?The drugs?Yourself?Power is knowing what your doing,Knowing why you're doing it;And being able to stop.That's powe.. |
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Chaos.A Poem by Renea QuailWhat causes chaos? Is it the yelling and screaming?Maybe it's the tears and blood.Who knows.But it's here.There.Everywhere.Can you feel it?It's like c.. |
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BeautyA Poem by Renea QuailCan you hear that?The sound of the Angels crying?Almost like the way the wind blows.Beauty is a fragile thing;So transparent and broken.Almost like an.. |
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