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Grow up little firefly, you're running from a past that isn't even chasing you.But if you insist on pretending that I don't exist I will continue my m..
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You are the axis of my world.Everything I do, all my actions and all my words,they revolve around one day being with you.For every mile I trudge is on..
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This poem has no title,this poem has no rhyme,this poem needs no pages, this poem is a crime.This poem is a liar, this poem is a joke,this poem is a m..
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Dear Mr. Boogie Man, the Monster under my bed, the Monster in my closet, and any other thoughts in my head.I write this letter in hopes to put you all..
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wrote this during my psychology class in the spring of 2010
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there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell.she's too pretty for vision. too sweet to taste.too gentle to touch. too quick witted to chase.th..
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How can you kill a man who's already dead, how can you break a man who's already been broken,how can you steal his heart when its already been stolen,..
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When the dream ends the nightmare begins.A warped world of distorted torture.Howling winds voice terrors unknown whilst the sky weeps crimson.There is..
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I stole your heart with a lie and broke it with the truth.How pitiful is that kind of existence where one is nothing but a meager toy, flesh and blood..
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This is the tale of a dragon and a princess.Not once upon a time, for time can wait, everything can wait for these two.This tale begins with the drago..
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