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This is my face.Take note of my inperfections.This is my, body.Watch it change with time.Here is the world.Take note of it's lies and defiance.Here is..
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A table full of gold, you scream for the silver.I tried to deliver. Please forgive me.I'm broken, fallen humble.Naked on the floor. I beg you.Alice st..
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The hard cold streets of reality.Broken bottles, that once contained.Endless dreams. To this placeyour footprints have lead me.The sky moves by. With ..
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She spins around, arms wide open.While the world, crashes down.Some how she's holding on to something.A useless feeling. From the way, his eyes woulds..
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I wrote this, using influence from someone I will always hold dear to me. Even though it's likely I will never get to touch his face...
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Forever.
We promise to love, live,
hate, and remain united for this insane amount of time. But forever
never happens, only for some. People like t..
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Driven awake many nights by the same recurring nightmare. Allent awakens on another night, to find her night terror has changed. Ever so slightly.
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Allent has been my imaginary friend from the ages of four to eleven. As I grew in to my tween years, she went from tea time to short stories. Her char..
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The sands of regretnever flowed so freely from my hands.You taught me, how to see.Showed me it was okay to breathe.Ribbons so elegantly weaved into my..
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I was feeling beautiful on the day I wrote this.
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