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 Have you ever loved someone so much that you hated them? Have you ever hated someone so much that you loved them? and you realize that love... [read more] |
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There are so many ghosts on Main Street. Ghosts of dreams that passed away long ago. Digging deep through the cobwebs of my mind I think ab... [read more] |
 Your heart becomes More and more Hard and cold as Gravel stone and broken Glass That cuts most visciously Tearing and Reaping open all of s... [read more] |
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When you told me what you did my whole body was filled with rage. But by the time that moment hit, I'd already turned the page. ... [read more] |
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I liked the feeling, but then it ended. We were so true, but we pretended it w... [read more] |
 The sword - what for? If solely with my look I can’t create? Have a look: I wake up, stumble around the room, preparing to die. You and I... [read more] |
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Through a hole in ground he fell into a faded room. Many people are there. All talking. Some’re gesturing their hands awkwardly, distorti... [read more] |
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My mother is crying on her father’s grave mentioning people and places to me unknown The unknown words’re still echoing in my bones names... [read more] |
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Lime is falling off the ceiling in braces covering the floor making it white my mother, stepfather and a brother, tenants and acquaintanc... [read more] |
 A series of signs before my eyes thank you God Now I can fly In your grace you've given me the gift and let me keep it now I wont drift I wo... [read more] |
 Through everything, you were there for me, you cared for me, like no one else. Through everything, you saved me, healed my broken heart, in... [read more] |
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Golden gossamer wings, shimmering, like exotic beach sand, in golden sun rays. Halo overhead, glistening brightly, in the eyes of God. Such... [read more] |
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I don’t need, big expensive things, for me to know, that you love me. Just three words. It’s as simple as that. ~ I don’t need, an expensive... [read more] |
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The path I walk, is not of concrete, nor of asphalt, but of dirt. It’s a long road, twisting and turning. I do not know, where my path, will... [read more] |
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As I stand, face to face, looking at the person, staring back at me, in the mirror. All I can say is, “Who are you?” ~*~ Jill ~*~ [read more] |