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I think she is trying to kill me
Cold eyes watching me so closely
Eyes of death darker than the deep sea
Two small holes empty and ghostly
I fe..
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My constant torturer.Lurking just out of reach,Feeding off every negative thought.Choking me with my own words.I pray for a breath,A breath without pa..
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The Lake's still body tinted purple in the setting sun. He could feel the November wind pull his hair as climbed the mountain, running for freedom. Th..
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The traffic light directs the lonely, city street. I feel the soft crunch of the year's first snowfall beneath my favorite pair of running sneakers. T..
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But you see, my hands are my face.My story is here.My memories etched in every fading line.A story to be told within every inch of flesh.Where these h..
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Am I lost?Ice dripping, my own footsteps crunching,Trees surround me from every angle.Late winter's wind softly tugs my hair.Crisp and cool in the ear..
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I blindly follow the strings.No thoughts allowedThoughts, they say, are ever changing.For they will be so strong ans sure one day,And gone the next.Th..
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Something I wrote when I going through a rough patch in my relationship. It is about the end of the relationship.
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