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The silence in your eyes says it all.
They’re always so animate.
Not today.
They’re blank, shielded, silent.
Do you remember, I told y..
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I knowWhat you want me to knowAnd I knowNothing more than thatBut I seeWhat I want to seeAnd I dwellOn a lot more than thatI hearWhat you want me toAn..
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A mere belief in myself is all I need right now, and I'll move mountains.
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A miserable attempt at rhyming.
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Every day, when coming home from college, I have to go over a pedestrian bridge. I don't like that bridge, actually, bridges have always scared me. It..
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If I start now,It'll take me a few centuries,To get to my world in the skies...My world in the skies,Where I can soar above all,And where spring never..
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This was written a few days ago when I was waiting for some relatives to arrive, very eagerly, and was the informed that they weren’t coming&hel..
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Dull leaves, wilted flowers..Dry grass, bent trees..Dirty baskets, unkempt shrubs..Caked shovels, arid soil..She's gone, she died.There's no one to ca..
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Reflecting on the past years...
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As I took my last breathI wondered what they'd sayIf they knewI was going awayNever coming backGoing away...~Moniba.
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