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I thought about the city lightsAnd driving around at 8 p.m.with a good friend.And the sky getting darker And the lights getting brighter.I imagined th..
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When I was younger,I thought I was dirty,Because of what had happened,I believed it to be true.When I wasn't as young,I thought I was ugly,Because of ..
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a short story about a fallen hero's younger sister goes through a traumatic breakdown about her brothers death.
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Just thinking we could have had another chance, was a bogus failure in my thoughts.You have moved on in this life,a lesson i was never taught.And now ..
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my protest piece against sexual harassment/rape/bullying
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I head for the sunrise,The colour reminds me of your eyes.With my suitcase packed tight,I catch my 7:30 flight.I land in New Orleans,Then off to the c..
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I feel bad because I know I have done the same to them and I do not deserve different, but it just hurts, knowing I'm just some toy. I'm just some was..
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Ashes like rain,dust like snow.I was hurt,more than you know.You sing your lullaby,you stand so tall.you croon the chorusand watch us fall.We once san..
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I saw you from my window.Up above the park square.You stood there with your back to me.Getting completely soaked in the pouring rain.I grabbed what I ..
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She had made that one horrible choice.The one that she did deeply regret.Now she has an icy grave.Her body laid frozen on the linoleum floor.She had s..
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