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It lies upon her back,in a grotesque fashion.Lumps and bumps appearing,the cracks begin to gash.This is no physical mass,NO, nothing can contain it.It..
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I find cool comfort,insidethe urban breeze,Harsh, cold change-from the wind chime's disease.Here I am but a stranger,blank stares thrust upon me,nothi..
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My name is Carolina.I'msixteen years old and todayI meetmy foster 'brother'. Iv'e been told he's seventeen and never knew his parents, apparantly he's..
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Time stumbles along,Birds chirp their song,While I am broken.
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A certain sadness, seems to start,ignitesmy madness,I'm falling apart.They say time will heal,but they're wrong,AllI can feel,is your empty song.It do..
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