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i am what i am what i am what i am,and,i must eat it upif i'm going to survive the harsh realitiesof life and itsgentle stabs,attempts to break,what i..
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A kid molded out of his own paranoia and immense imagination stepped out of the door to his house one Tuesday morning in hopes of finally beginning h..
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on a day when somber thoughts are held
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a simple poem for a not so simple problem
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gradually, as time shifts, so does my heart.in a perpetual state of nausea, we are forcedto become a marching, faithful bandof brothers?of enemies.har..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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not so much a poem as just a rambling
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i could not be,for all eternity,a being that could only just float.i'm in need of a stableground to grow on,afraid of becoming one note.unheard of,una..
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I want to live in a dream worldwhere everything is my ownmy brain is a spindleand the ideas knit themselves so intricately that I confuse what's truly..
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introspective.
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i thought i was young,but it shakes me, i’m old now.my heart beats the same butmy brain starts to slow down.my youth is still here,yet lingers m..
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