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I want this to be over to run away and hidebut you can't hurt me anymore because I'm dead insideit will all become bitter rot until I’m a shella..
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A man may barely stand on shaky legs,yet he stands, without pride, upright.A man may stumble when he walks,yet he continues on toward the light.A man ..
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It’s you or the grave.There is no bittersweet remembrance, only a coffin suited to my form, what once you called beautiful, and embraced,There a..
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Poem about loss from the point of view of the abandoned.
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A very personal love poem for a special someone.
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Just a little poem on missing someone.
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Hell is below usAnd Heaven is above--Mind over body.If only the Heavens would put outThe flames that rage below--the lake of fire, the bottomless pit...
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Even if I ran far,I would still besecond place.A trophy in the boxnot brilliant enoughto display.Even if I tried hard,I’d still besecond best.Be..
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A short poem about singularity.
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A book does not speak, yet inside her there are words.Black and white, obvious in the light.When closed she is all glossy paper, pictures, a title.Hid..
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