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The
smooth and bitterness of the contents in my glass runs down my throat and
brings
me to warmth,
and
a..
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I begin on the trail ive walked many times before,
But each time i walk the trail, i never return.
But i go, and i go, i travel for as far as the s..
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New poem: The Hijab
You talk, but no one hears what you say,
You cry and no one sees your pain.
You listen, but you don't say a word,
Becaus..
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New poem: A Broken Hearts Attempt
I look around and I find someone,
Another heart, another broken girl.
I hear her footsteps treading onn the s..
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What I'm doing is taking unedited poems, and editing them. The top will be edited; the bottom will be the original. Compare the two and see which one ..
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If there is a land as peaceful
As the world thats in my dreams
There must be something fragrant
In a society that reeks
I'm dreaming of blue ..
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Words whisper in my head
"I swear I'm not Skitzo!"
They tell me to die
"Die you little b***h!"
No one cares...
"No on..
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She's walking in the hall way, head down trying not to be noticed by anyone. She's in one of those depressed moods, she's confused, sad, and doesn't r..
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Deal with it.
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I thought I would share my story
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