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I'm so tired of being here.
Trapped in this world of darkness and fear.
I used to be happy,
I used to care.
But all that changed when you appeared..
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Looking in the mirror,
And all I see is shame.
And hate and ugly
and everything in between.
You'll never know the things i've done,
Or the hurtfu..
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Where are you?
Gone.
Your eyes; don't shine.
Your skin; pale.
Your lips; chapped and faded.
And you do not speak.
No longer is the air filled wi..
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- It's more like a prose i think... but whatever.-
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She saw his beautiful face.
His dark and gleaming eyes.
His voice echoes through the halls,
And she crumbles.
Her little, beating heart
Swells ..
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From her lips as red as a rose,
Down to her little wriggling toes;
She finds beauty in everything.
From the most delectable fruit,
Down to the m..
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-I wrote this after an english exam because I was very bored. It's just for fun.
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There once was a flower,
A pretty little flower;
that just couldn't find the strength to bloom.
She was alone and afraid,
left out in the rain.
U..
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Sometimes I feel like wallpaper.
Stuck upon this wall- to be seen by all.
I stick here... All day...
Alone and aging.
Getting stained;
Fading.
W..
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Sitting alone in this desolate room,
Ugly wallpaper surrounds me.
Watching life pass me by.
Old memories dot these walls,
on the distant, faded pa..
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