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In the bottom of a glass, with no time left to pass, fading in a rest stop, in the pocket of a cop. Held in value by each and every one, World can't s..
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A poem, I wrote, made up, of poems, I wrote.
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To awake to a broken spirit, To hurt within so bad you feel it. To force yourself up with the sun, to make yourself go on yet another run. Every minut..
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To hold on to what I had,And relapse into what was so sad. Every now and again the numbing fades, and you return to my heart with all your blades.Bloo..
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A Story by kenny
One of the things I feel society just either fails to grasp, or is just to lazy to dig deeper about, is vengeance. There are thousands of sayings that..
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Marks of pain across the flesh. Tales of misery they confess, blood laced and misguided, in your heart I confided. Betrayed by everything I cared abou..
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the soft tone of my patience, is often mistaken in ignorance, as apathy and uncaring. but instead I find it's volume glaring. In a world full of screa..
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Sick to my stomach with pain. I can no longer bear the strain. So heavy it weighs down on me,so tired I can no longer see. crushed beneath that which ..
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To hear you speak of love and joy, when it is you that broke this boy. To think you would run so quickly to their side,when you walked away while I cr..
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Raise your voice and bite the dirt, don't like it? does it hurt? Guess it just ain't your day. Because no matter how far you runaway...it is on the en..
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