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This is for my aunt, whose baby was diagnosed with Anecephaly. Her name is Phoebe Ann, and she will die shortly after birth. Through all things we mus..
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All they talk about
is the good and the bad,
The black and the
white,
The saint and the
sinner.
But it seems to me,
that no one speaks..
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This is letter to myself for when I was struggling with depression.
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Here's to all the
hearts I've broken,
If any there's at
all.
I hope to you I've
left a lesson,
Not only just
scored walls.
That you le..
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People love me in
the way that one loves a wildfire.
They love to take
part in the passion and untamable rage bubbling beneath the surface of the..
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Life will be given,
And taken away.
When which will be
which never can we say.
No matter how it
comes, both are selfsame.
First comes l..
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"Hold me"
she whispered, and no one held her.
"Help me" she softly spoke, and no
one helped her.
"Love me" she begged, and no one
loved her.
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Lord please hold me.For I can no longer do it myself.I have waited far too long to call upon your precious name,Waiting on everything spilling over wi..
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I don't want to look at you and see the words that spill from my mind,Coming together piece be piece, word by word,With every smile and connection of ..
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Of all the sky's it is the midnight one which knows me the best.For its minds eye carries the burning image of a young girls tear streaked face starin..
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