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This world is overgrown.
This world is overgrown.
This world is overgrown.
This world is overgrown.
I remember when you were just a broken hea..
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When we are children, we are told that there are no losers; that we're all winners, even if you come in last place."You're not a loser, you're just th..
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A poem with each word starting with the next letter of the alphabet.
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I accidentally deleted this, so I'm reposting it.
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Who are you to tell me what and who I am?
You know who I am.
I don't think so, tell me your name.
Dr. Seuss.
Oh, you're funny.
You th..
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Take a bite, my love.
Would you have it any other way?
Bittersweet judgment
wrapped in hate
Stiched tightly together with butterfly
Smile at the ..
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Short, simple, boring.
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He sighs, "What am I going to do with you now?" He was obviously talking to the body whom was in the bathtub, still bleeding. "See what..
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Oceanic eyes pave a path through stone
From scraped out flesh to broken bone
Never fathomed the things that you were shown
Look at me now, how mu..
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So much left unsaid... Will probably add more to it, later
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