Nia-Cheyenne
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my words..A Poem by Nia-CheyenneWhat's the point of being here If you seem to no longer care? You bring alive my greatest fear Being alone, no -- being without you I am like ot.. |
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His words to me pt2A Poem by Nia-CheyenneIt's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you It's one in a million the chances of feeling the way we do Take my hand, .. |
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His words said to me pt1A Poem by Nia-CheyenneI'm kicking down the walls I gotta make 'em fall Just break through 'em all I'm punchin', crashing, I'm gonna Fight to find myself Me, and n.. |
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Idk...use your ownA Poem by Nia-CheyenneI came to you with scars on my wrists, you said please no don't do this Nia, don't end it like this But I don't care anymore, I can't take it an.. |
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whimperingA Poem by Nia-Cheyennewhimpering like a sad puppy lost and alone wonder if someone will fing me and take me home whimpering like the puppy because i'm sick and cold .. |
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Danny\'s poemA Poem by Nia-CheyenneI don't understand the limit of my feelings At first i really didn't care I thought it was just a love game But only because I was scared Before I.. |
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Victim of FateA Poem by Nia-CheyenneI walk the empty world No trees, no life in sight Exile from all i know I walk this endless night I feel your ice grip on my shoulders Pul.. |
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PerspectiveA Poem by Nia-CheyenneAs the reasons spin around me They kick up a violent storm Voices whisper in the roaring wind Fall into the void now formed Feeling the wall.. |
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Make YourOwn TitleA Story by Nia-CheyenneDown in the gallows, my prison cell. Demons awaiting, to drag me to hell. Night has fallen, Satan calling. Chime goes the midnight bell. Fear. My phob.. |
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brokenA Poem by Nia-CheyenneI am lost in my tears Asorbed in my hate Forced to face my fears You were too late. I can't see straight anymore I am falling off the track Wh.. |
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