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 So tonight i'll write the other half, of what i started here before. I showed all my emotions i opened up my door. I let you see my heart, a... [read more] |
 I can hear it audible sound seeming words two voices at odds swerving swaying me on mid rasping highways a veil within me indulging an a... [read more] |
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to mingle is wise I treat them nice even knead their spine but what if I find unpleasant surprise shall I just close my eyes or give my advi... [read more] |
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my eyes reel as I stare at people coming in and out couldn’t focus on filling up the application blanks it has been several months since I s... [read more] |
 I think we will NEVER understand why a woman gets so many lies from a man. Men don't know what love really is, I guess, and they won't ASK w... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson I see potential in a lot of younger women women not yet ready for me. And by the time they... [read more] |
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Et glass med piller, Stod der alene. "Det skader vel ikke Med bare den ene". En ble til to, Og to ble til fire. Etter en stund Begynt... [read more] |
 Tears, penetrate my heart, and dissolve it, like sugar, in water, till it is no more. You want to help mend my heart, but I’m sorry, there’s... [read more] |
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Silence is deafening. The music of my soul, has lost its tune. The melody has faded, and plays no more. ~*~ Jill ~*~ [read more] |
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Little duckies, in a row. Little duckies, watch them grow. ~ Little duckies, swim along. Little duckies, sing their song. ~ Little duckies,... [read more] |
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I can’t ignore how I feel. I can’t ignore the fact, that I love him, more than anything else on this earth. I can’t help, that I don’t feel... [read more] |
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How do you tell someone, that you don’t feel the same, as they do? How do you tell someone, that your heart, belongs to another? How do you... [read more] |
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How can one, open her heart to another, when hear tears, have diminished it? How can one’s heart be mended, when there is no heart, to be fo... [read more] |
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I cry alone, in my empty room. No one to talk to. No one to hold me. No one to tell me, it will be ok. Darkness fills, my empty room. Accomp... [read more] |
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A weaver is one, who can take threads, of many hues, and turn them into, something beautiful. They weave, strand by strand, together, by han... [read more] |