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Too LateA Story by Oh Wow, Lovely.Everything's is all the same. Everyone is the same. All the sympathy, it getstiringafter awhile. It all means nothing after the tenth person says the.. |
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Today was...A Poem by IAmACathedralToday wasshittythen shittierthen happythen shittythen happierthen nothing.I still feel like s**t though. |
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In the Cover of DarkA Story by KellyThen, in a flash and a sputtering of electricity, the monotonous video died, leaving the class in utter d.. |
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I murdered a childA Poem by Adelise Eclairthat child was me.... |
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The Way It WasA Poem by Krista WeissThis is a song about wishing nothing ever changed. Hope you like it! The hidden message is: What went wrong? |
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My pockets were full of razorsA Poem by VeeTrix wordsWhat I was and who I am. |
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This Can Be the Beginning of........A Story by Easter3Creating New Worlds takes Courage, Strength and Endurance |
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You Turn into DispleasureA Poem by kera moondustThis was created via random facebook status's of mine, via http://what-would-i-say.com/ =) Enjoy. I love it |
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Was eve?A Story by MADAMThe story of eve in a different light. What happened when she actually bit the apple? |
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The Meadow Was GreenA Story by kerikilImagine this.You are at the world’s end. All the tall buildings we built were demolished to crumbs. The animals are fleeing from civilization. H.. |
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It Was Here That I SawA Poem by James RamsayIt was here that I saw Bleeding red and skin raw, My whole generation Lying dead on the floor. Eyes bubble to .. |
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The Nun with a GunA Poem by Cleavlnd GrovesThe poem is about a nun with her gun. |
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Broken TemperaturesA Book by callofgamingEzekiel was a nice and kind person. But when a mysterious outbreak makes the dead reanimate and kill the living, can he keep his beliefs of what he th.. |
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You were.A Poem by PixieblueYou were the stars,my moon and the light it produced,you were my entire galaxy.You were the morning,and the reason i would wake up,you were the sunris.. |
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SoundA Poem by Daniel Sutheran"The composer is dead."A persistent, rhythmic throbbing - true sound.If this is the only result of a lifetime of searching,then the search shouldn't h.. |
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I Was A BubbleA Poem by EmilyI had a dream that I was a bubble |
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