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Left behind, but not empty.
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In tears, she wrote.
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Pleas of agony for release from this world.
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Hello to the bane,within these veins.Pouring out in the rain,straight down the drain.This is worrisome, doctors say,when I've always been this way.How..
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Watch as the stars bleed into the sky,light so high above our world.What destiny may be lies in the stars.The night sky ties us all together.In the da..
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When you were young,
Living among the other children,
While your lungs can reach oxygen.
They sung their happy tales while you did not.
Big brot..
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Wrote this on my front porch; had a lot to think about. Enjoy.
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They say I'm heartless;my heart is made of ice.They told me I'm useless;I serve my own purpose.I serve no one,I chose my love.Reserve the right to rai..
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On the edge,the ledge stands tall,yet they crawl through the bars.While those left behind are covered in scars.Standing along the side lines,their hea..
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Sun setting along the the road beneath my feet,abandoning the lonely streets.Beat them the punch line,take a seat on the cold stone by my road,where t..
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