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If thou art rich, thou'rt poor;
For, like an a*s whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear's thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee..
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He is dead on the inside,for his other half has abandoned him...
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This was written six years ago.I was in love for the first time and it was my first heartbreak.
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How did my life end up like this?Morbid,miserable,menial.Isolation surrounds me,sadness,salty tears endow me.What am I to do?I seek love,yet I do not ..
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I will never forget the day we met.Unexpectedly,my heart came out of my chest,Butterflies fluttered,I started to fret,Part of my life belongs to you,y..
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Does he exist?
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As humans we scold and embrace sadness when we are taken for granted.But not nature,not a tree.
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Is it really true?
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