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It's chilly,and I'm brought back to the thoughts...any shelter is lostNo matter how many blankets,or layers of clothesIt's chilly.Cool, hard air penet..
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This is a twist on "Second Chance"
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WARNING: This poem or short story involves depression and suicide. Please read at your own risk. You are loved. You are cared for.
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Whistling echoes through an empty burial grounda gray strain of notesReflections glimmer off of the moons beamsas if a mirror is reaching out to a new..
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Beneath the brightnessembers and ashcome together.Floral patterns, whirls of webswithin an endless soulbluish shineMost heavenlyallow me to dwellan ol..
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Beneath the refulgenceembers and ashcome together.Floral patterns, whirls of webswithin an abyssal soulcerulean shineMost supernalallow me to dwellan ..
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Within this workI write the truthBe it cold as stone,or harsh as steel.Why must we use technology?Innovative, convenience at our fingersThis is true.T..
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Almost like a film,All of the layers are being peeledEach color decreasing in hueOnly seeing yellows and bluesDark and greyPink is non existentBlack i..
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Why do we jump in our sleep?
Night terrors and nightmares
All cause screams.
Fast hearts.
Open your eyes, love.
You're on a building.
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All of these poems I will be adding within the next week or so, I'm considering writing a whole book full of my own poetry.
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