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Protection over lightA Poem by Donnab1116Ive not felt the sun on my face, for ages its been cold, for ages i hid away, yet, at least i had warm sun in some hours, though tucked away, an.. |
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The Soul in Their SolesA Poem by Jared Michael SmithA little silly, but based on my true feelings. |
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Her Body Tells TalesA Poem by MakeshiftRoseHer eyes tell tales. Her arms tell tales. Her smile hides the pain. Her body is covered, From head to foot, In scars. Wounds. |
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My Never Ending StoryA Book by Little Miss ObviousJournal of a 16 yr old girl |
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Entry 1: 12/18/13 6:23 PMA Chapter by Little Miss ObviousHey,Thats how you're supposed to start off a journal right? Or should I be like every other girl and be likeDear Diary,Scratch that..I think I'll go w.. |
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F**KA Poem by EvanI'm too shortI'm too fatI'm too scrawny Why can't you cut me some slack? I'm too lostI'm too goneI'm too sadJust a lost cause,That's allI pray for lov.. |
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An internal catalog of external pain.A Poem by citymouseThe title is far more literal than you think. |
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My Friend, SuicideA Poem by LostandAloneYou’re on my mind once again Oh, we’re becoming the best friends Take the life out of me Throw me off of a bridgeTake a few bottles of .. |
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The selfs fallA Poem by MADAMA man journeys to cut down the last tree in the world...the knowledge tree. |
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A CutA Poem by a schizophrenic writerCuts to pierce my skin,Cuts to heal my sin |
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Sticks and stonesA Poem by Sapphire NaylorSticks and stones Will brake my bones And words will always hurt me Each one making a small nick on my heart Slowly, but all too quickly it moves.. |
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VEG NON VEGA Poem by Ezhar HCut the cauliflower and munch. Cut the cucumber at dinner and lunch. Cut the palak and pumpkin to boil. Cut the carrot out of the soil. .. |
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The MaskA Poem by caseymichelle31A poem about hiding how you feel so you can look 'tough' and how hard it really is. |
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THE EPIC ESCAPE FROM THE AMAZONSA Story by HummingbirdThe hero |
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Wilting RoseA Book by MackThat fake smile is becoming alarmingly natural for you. You feel yourself slipping, slowly wilting away. You don't know what the future may hold, or i.. |
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CuttingA Poem by a schizophrenic writerHis wrists,His canvas.His razor,His brush. |
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The CutA Story by Saerdes RaeThis is just a little, two-sentence thing that I wrote for a contest. If you're one of those easily offended people, please don't read this. |
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The Voices (3)A Story by Rachel AndersonContinuation of Origins and My Only Question. The haunting voices that keep me up at night. |
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