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I felt the cool breeze from the fan as it hits me from the opposite wall.I'm far to cold to enjoy it, though sweating enough to need it.A new setup ma..
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This is not my work. I was in class and reading different poems and I came across Anne Bradstreet's work. After thinking about what is she was sayin..
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The hour grows longer and air grows thick.Carbon monoxide, silence, and tricks.The nightmare of insomnia is the worst to me.Worse than nightmares coul..
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I suppose I'll sit and listen to you, Though my wants are way up in the blue.Something stirs, shakes, spits.Until I'm lost in dreams, liquor and s**t..
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You would think by now, I would be okay.I should have seen this coming far sooner than today.Though my life is a blur, and my thoughts are a mess.For ..
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Just a little something I wrote about a few of the hardships in my life...and lessons I've had to learn the hardest way possible.
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This is a song I wrote about getting over that special person.
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A song of mine.
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A short story that I managed to write one night during a snow storm.
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Laying in grass under willow trees.
We'll fall asleep fast and get lost in dreams.
Have you ever wanted to be a queen?
In my book, you might as wel..
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