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A Soft Pitter PatterA Poem by SheActsLikeSummerWe stand alone; arms linked... |
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Why I love to cry.A Poem by CollapsedThoughtsWhy I Love to Cry... .. |
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Mon, Jan 16, 11:00 pmA Chapter by Green RegolHuge turn of events. Can't write full sentences, for the most part. |
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And Angels CryA Story by Nina St. MoritzI was going for a conflicting-emotions- kind of deal here, a mind fighting between despair and loving memories. |
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The Girl In The AttticA Book by SilentNiaAngelBiannca have locked in the attic of her family house from the age of seven. Locked away from her family, unknown friends and the world. What could a.. |
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The Girl In The Atttic| PrologueA Chapter by SilentNiaAngelThe Prologue of The Girl In The Attic |
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out of sightA Poem by hayley-martinThe feeling of complete isolation. |
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Can't You See?A Poem by Ashley MarieI wrote this poem for my friend's experience with a boy I felt this same way before so I understood what she's going through. |
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Tears in the RainA Poem by Kathleen BurlasAt the park I sit with a heavy heartLights sparkle as people pass byI felt pain prick insideThen rain started falling to my skinI stood on my kneesI w.. |
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Let the Rain FallA Poem by Kathleen BurlasToday there's no doubtI'm letting the rain fall in my roomEverything is just so heavySo I'm draining it all in a rainIt falls, it fallsRain is falling.. |
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The Way To WinA Poem by XxNaylahxXOne Of The Lessons I Learned In Life Was To Defend Myself...The Poem Was Based On How I Was Taught To Defend Myself And My Beliefs (Hope Its Helpful T.. |
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The Farmer's WifeA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘Why the commotion now, my love? You cry at the breaking dawn, The dog’s asleep in his kennel still Though the c**k has c.. |
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I Remember Everything, Dear RyanA Poem by EternityWolf101I wanted to write a poem about a man standing over a grave of his dead lover, so here we go... |
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MachinesA Poem by EternityWolf101I wanted to think of zombies, so I did... and it RHYMES!!!!!! |
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The Eye Of The BeholderA Poem by December BlaizeThere is a hidden truth about lifeThat exists where the tide washes awayFootprints left by fading lovers,Where a treasured music boxPlays a slower tun.. |
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