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There’s a snow globe In my closet.It was a gift- a special gift a stupid gift-From long ago given to my great grandfather,Bought at Target, semi..
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I don’t know when it happened.Nor do I know whyBut all I know is that suddenly, I’ve lost the urge to cry.I do not shed a tear at pain, De..
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The curtain raises its open jaws as you take a step on stage, illuminated only by scorching white hot suns that set your body ablaze, lick your skin l..
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Dream of bears, and dream of knights, and dream of what's to be. But most of all, little tiny girl, dream happy dreams of me.
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Inspired by something I saw while scrolling through Pinterest. It's the relationship between a King, God, and the people.
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A plea for help, a cry of pain
Tears will flow and blood will stain
A small bruised hand, a sad longing glance
The two of you spin, in a dead..
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There's a dividing line between light and dark, and when something is dangling off the edge...
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Hell is based off of your own personal fears. If you ever happened to land yourself in what you assume to be that fiery pits of hell, let it be known ..
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A vast wasteland- abandoned and forgotten. A piercing, gelid, area that inhabited nothing but white snow, and next-to-no oxygen. The top of Mt. Everes..
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The wrong pathway can lead to interesting endings.
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