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Your beginnings were that of a crawler Spun into a cocoon of safety Hanging all the while in a metamorphic state Who knew from t..

I am just a girl you are a boy I am strong you weaken me I am a wall you are a hammer I am incomplete you are the last puzzle piece ..

As a child you held my hand, At the beach you played with me in the sand. You showed me the moon, and told me shoot for the stars, At night we caug..

The world can be harsh and a hard place to be, Your arms bare the scars of just what you see. With cuts so deep and blood dripping down, Why do..

Who will hearmy silent cry, No one till the dayI die. Then it's to late,I willhave gone, Never again to see the dawn. Had youlistened, you would h..

Reflections of your life are a mirror to the past, You catch a glimpse of yourself that disappears so fast. If you overlook the mirror you'll neve..

As the rain falls through the umbrella of pine trees The night concert will commence without warning Fore the moon has bowed out for the evening Le..

It's powerful... It takes control of you... It haunts you, like a shadow in the darkness. At times it has made me beautifully broken. It shatters ..

Some be'ath white, others black, With it's curved legs so shapely and strong. With a large sturdy frame, And it's wood so smooth and shiny, that ..

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