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The hurt is deep inside my soul,
Transforming into a beast.
It snarls and snaps at me,
Leaving trails of pure white blood.
After the cloud road ..
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Everyday the pit in my stomach grows,
Letting what feelings I have left
To broil slowly in its acid.
Wasting away the walls that hold it.
With i..
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The Irish venom boils in my veins,
Red, White and Orange.
Bubbling into my heart,
It is pumped through me.
Hatred festers in my soul,
Waiting t..
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I saw an angel the other day, In that window across the way. He had bright green eyes and long white robes, Standard-issue angel clothes. I looked at..
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A poem about a person who comes back to his home after the apocalypse.
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A song about a break-up
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I watched from afar,Never acting,Never doting.I stayed away because I knewIt would end in pain.I knew it would endWith my lungs full of holes, With my..
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I hurt you again today.I ran from your gaze,Turning ever so swiftly awayFrom your prying eyes.I miss watching you makeDahmer look like a saint.I miss ..
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A song
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A poem through the eyes of a hurt person reflecting on an abusive person.
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