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Is this what love feels like; empty hands and a tortured heart? Do you see me, am I even here? Is this what love is; the provacation of hope ending al..
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Does it show in my eyes, sadness shining through dusty portals to a sorrowful soul...? Can you feel my strength waning, livliness bleeding from a tire..
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Why do I always find myself in this place with you, or rather without you? Tucked between the desires of my heart, and restricted by the chains of my ..
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It was crushing her.
He could see that.
He told her that it wasn't her cross to bear.
But she had carried it for so long,
How could she just lay i..
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I feel it building deep inside
Waiting to rear its ugly head again
The embers of rage smoldering within
Growing, intensifying with every shal..
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A
few months ago, I sat watching the news pouring from the screen across the
living room. I wasn’t surprised, wasn’t even disappoint..
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This short story was based on a reoccurring dream that my grandfather, whose name was in fact David, has had his entire life.
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The memory of you
stings me,
Like a frigid breeze
on the wings of the night.
You wash back on me
in waves,
Destroying my
respite.
..
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I’m screaming inside
A
thousand razor blades of emotion
Slicing
through the thickness of my being
And
I’m screaming inside..
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You are a current running through the
ocean of my mind.
Undermining my better
judgement, imagination running wild.
A cancer to my senses,
inf..
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