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 God,take away my heart and mind, So I can fit into this world. I'd trade them both in just to be a pretty, Apathetic,happy girl.... [read more] |
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Poor little bird; You've fallen from your nest, And broke your wing Before you ever had the chance to fly. Poor little child; You've grown... [read more] |
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I can't think, can't see, can't understand, the way I feel inside, I don't know where my happiness went, what happened to all my pride? I dr... [read more] |
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She's a spy, So quick with triumph, Her evil eye, She always gets her man. And in her life, She'd fight til she died, But she's far too quic... [read more] |
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On a cobbled, stone path, standing wind-struck in bare thought. Bound by an unseen fist on my shoulders; The hooks that carve me hollow. Win... [read more] |
 How can I start to tell you How much you really mean to me As days go fleeting by I love you more each and every day. Watching the waves ru... [read more] |
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My love I come today to pay tribute to you For all the wonders that you had done Bringing sunshine where abides the darkness Smiles aboundin... [read more] |
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Emerald evergreen forests Sleeping through swirls of clouds Layers of blue hues tinting around All the flufy and off white clouds. Beautif... [read more] |
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I used to dwell in here, but now I have gone away, You turned your back on me, I'm tired of all the games you play, I came and I saw, and I... [read more] |
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In the quiet time We talk of everything Or nothing at all [read more] |
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Sometimes I think I'm strange, my passion, barely restrained. I want to howl my frustration, I suffer from lack of admiration, so, really,... [read more] |
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late at night while the rest of the worlds sleeps we speak we dream and nothing else seems to matter but you and i everything comes together... [read more] |
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a room divided the party's not what i hoped for lonely and in bed [read more] |
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she scribbles in silence, creating art like leaves on the wind, words flow sad and true this talent she'd hidden, i'd had no clue all of the... [read more] |
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she speaks to me through the hollowed glass through the spaces between fine silk and linen and leaves her red fingerprints on the doorways t... [read more] |