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Screams of help, leaving her lips in a whisper,Muted by the world, nothing to stop the violence.Striking hands not as gentle as when he kissed her,Emo..
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Gifts of lies wrapped securely with bows of deceit,Love grown from seeds of purity now at standstills of defeat.Arising questions of past interactions..
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Coursing, filling, scorching my veins,It's leaving me with little to no control.It's scarlet aura is a sight for sore eyes,Yet it's beauty only intrig..
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Mirror, Mirror, standing there mocking me,Paint me an image of who society would like me to be.Tall and skinny, porcelain skin,Sketch my past in perfe..
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....and if the wind is the last carrier of your gentile voice,I'll intertwine my soul with it, as my eyes speak to the clouds.I'll allow my heart to b..
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Searing with passiontendrils lick across my fleshpleasure and scars left.
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I'm too young, too inexperienced.All of this stress is really an inconvenience.My mind is scattered, thoughts running looselyI feel frozen yet in over..
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Each and every day- Caring, Preparing, Soothing.It's saddening- memory gone, memories from years ago lingering, repetitiveness brewing.No longer able,..
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Just a mix of thoughts.
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A world so cold it sends chills down my spine
Screaming for the few seconds of everything being fine.
A body so cold, a shattered soul
Counting t..
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