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A poem about an eating disorder, and a case of what I like to call "perfectionism syndrome".
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I thought you would catch me...
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We've all been there. Dozing off, late at night, but you're just not ready to sleep. Or, at least, that's what you're mind is telling you. But, in the..
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Whispers down the corridors,
Voices in my head,
Talking softly to me,
Stammers of un-dead.
Ghostly echoes eerie,
Their faces I cannot see,..
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A poem inspired by the Twilight series, long ago.
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Twilight poem: Bella's transformation. Short and simple.
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No one can hear my story, nor can they ever.
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For an English assignment, I wrote an ellegy for Elie Wiesel's father from the book "Night". The Holocaust happened, people.
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