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Who we are we cannot say,
It's our identity we keep at bay.
Oh, this is but a victim's plea,
You are not forever free.
Today we live in silence,..
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Who we are we cannot say,
It's our identity we keep at bay.
Oh, this is but a victim's plea,
You are not forever free.
Today we live in silence,..
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Very Short. Please read. This is what I hope to be the start of a chapter to a leading off of a story I wrote called "Echoes."
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Today, I
dance in a burgundy dress,
Though
earlier that day you thought I was a mess.
A smile
crowned by my red lips,
Forgets the
past wi..
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Here, I sit. The mahogany desk beneath
my paper is riddled with deep etches from my pen and countless spills and
bumps. So, I write. The news of the..
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He
One narrow escape. Two
shaky sighs. Three kneel before snapping whips. There, a man kneels still as a
grave, a new battle not yet won. Beside ..
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Written after seeing a picture and interpreting it in a different angle but, unfortunately, I can't find it.
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Not my usual style but still pretty good. (written last year, I like to think I write better now XD )
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I had to find an article and write from the PoV of one of the people. This was the outcome of being in the PoV of a girl about to commit suicide (unfo..
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Just 3 short little poems
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