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No matter how hard I kick,I fight,I resist.I fall right back into it.How can the notion of “nothing” feel so welcoming?Something I can nev..
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Dark alleys,
Weak hearts,
Worlds apart,
Though it’s never far
enough.
A darkened soul,
Oscillating parts,
Supposedly a s..
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You expect me to say sorry for who I am?Well,No.From the start I told you I was mean,Heartless,Harsh,Arrogant,Aggressive,Alone.It never seems to sink ..
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People like to hope.If people don’t hope they have to face all of the misery and pain rather than putting it all off for a tad longer because, i..
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It’s ok.
To fear,
To grieve,
To wonder.
It’s ok.
Everything is ok.
I’m fine
Honestly
How are you?
Gre..
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When do we stop?How can we?It hurts to breathe,knowing what we've lost.At what cost?One day it's there,then gone.Sunlight smothered by rain clouds.Dea..
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I remember falling asleep and waking up in bed, snug, warm and comfortable.I remember the snail races we would have, the time I put one on my hand, yo..
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(found poetry)
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Passion is the density of love.Who are we?Life is merely a blank canvas.Fear, the hope to learn, to grow.Life? Death? Who knows? It could all be lies...
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Their determination to succeed astounds me.For I have never seen such beyond bravery, i wish to see;the hearts of the innocent protected in the night ..
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