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I think one of the most beautiful moments,Is in the hour between daylight and darkness.When the sun and the moon embrace in the most vibrant of hues.A..
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My mind is the midnight sky.A universe of its own.And I often lose myself in wonder,As I gaze at the stars each night.My mind wanders through constell..
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My body is littered with imperfections, with self inflicted depictions of my internal suffering.That boiled within my bones, burning me, suffocating m..
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When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a face. I see flaws. And they are magnified, exaggerated until I am consumed by imperfection. I am an imp..
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When we first meet, I will be dressed in a coat of wool.Waiting for the storm.And prepared for the ice cold sting,Of eyes that betray. But when you ho..
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Remember when the days would pass like years,When the summers felt like a lifetime. Remember when we saw magic in the everyday,In an October breeze.Th..
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I remember when home was so easy to define.When home was simply a house. Four walls and a roof.Home was my comfort, my blissful isolation, my happy pl..
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Some people say silence,Is a bad thing.Some people find silence,Quite awkward.A lingering pause filled with obligation,To fill the air with words,That..
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