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His Letter To HerA Story by Marissa TorresYou are not alone. |
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The PuppetA Poem by Marissa TorresYour name.It haunts me.It grips around my neck like a noose.I can't breathe.I can feel your hands around my body.I am frozen in fear.I cry for help.Yo.. |
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Room Full Of ArtA Story by Marissa TorresYou’re my room full of art. |
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The Moon Without His SunA Poem by Marissa TorresHe reached out his hand at the dark blue sky,Where the moon bled profusely and cried.The sun was nowhere to be found,Causing the moon to look vulnerab.. |
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Hold On To MeA Story by Marissa TorresLong reading. |
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Mines Is YoursA Poem by Marissa TorresYou got me. |
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Hotel RoomsA Poem by Marissa TorresMy body feels more numb than my heart at times.For mostIt is an hotel room.An escape from what is reality.I'm just as terrified as youMight be the rea.. |
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TouchA Poem by Marissa Torres“Talk to me.”He pleads,but I cant hear a thing.I cant feel his presence beside me.He reaches his hand out towards me, and I flinch from th.. |
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Kids in LoveA Poem by Marissa TorresWe were kids.Nothing to live for,but bliss.I was yours,and you were mine.My,how the times gone by.We were kids,Nothing to give but our hearts.Yours wa.. |
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UntitledA Poem by Marissa TorresI believe. |
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Not AloneA Poem by JefSimple thought that overtakes us sometimes, and we need to realize that we are not the only ones. |
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UntitledA Poem by Marissa TorresIt's hard to recognize if he truly loves you.He spends all his time elsewhere while you stay at home and cook dinner.It was only supposed to be you tw.. |
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UntitledA Poem by Marissa TorresI've been putting a lot of writing out there that is Untitled. Please bare with me. I'll be coming up with titles as soon as possible :) |
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ForgottenA Poem by Murtaza KanueI always wonder why the ink is white When I try to write About myself. In middle of a dark and cold night, Here I am Trying to figure out .. |
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Dealers ruining lives and it needs to change to th..A Poem by Jerry Patrick RyanI'm sick of drugs and drug dealers I was an addict and I became clean and still battles to stay clean but I do because I feel I have to and to all the.. |
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Up to meA Poem by Jerry Patrick RyanI care nothing for evil I've changed my wayseven though I was full of hate it's the way I was raisedbut being brought up wrong could eventually fadebu.. |
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The Magic Of Our ChildhoodA Poem by PLFCThe Magic Of Our ChildhoodToday while standing in my driveway, waiting for my dog to have his time, I saw these kids. Roughly 11-13, playing laser tag.. |
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TiredA Poem by TheOddOneI am tired of being sad,I am tired of being fat,And I am tired of being alone.My shoes have holesDeeper than the holes in my soulFrom all this running.. |
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