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We're all born into this world, into fluorescence with hope.
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I think to stop,stay awhile,this world rotating,spins like a top,Watching hands link,as canisters leak,the aftermath,we all still rise.To stand,to fal..
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A Poem about people sculpting others into a person they would be with.
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I had found a reason to why I write, self healing. Though that may be true I wish to help others like myself with depression and other issues that ar..
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Our world is so corrupt by the value of a tree that we ourselves have fallen from the ability to speak and act according to our rights. Were not the ..
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Some people get a kick out of taking out anothers heart and spitting on in, what happens when you meet someone forgiving :).
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The heart is more resilient than most believe. Most put it in this defensive shell leaving it to collect dust and find later it's hard to dust off th..
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Just who I am :).
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A poem about the game, play well little ones as the bridges are burning quick.
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It's an old poem I retrieved from one of my poetry discs.
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