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 Time Is Like A Flowing Creek, It Is In Constant Motion. Everything Revolves Inside, It's Vaster Than An Ocean. Time It Waits For No One, An... [read more] |
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 First step...to getting help is to admit there is a problem I admit I love you.......I have no control I'm addicted to your smile I get with... [read more] |
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The sand in my toes The breeze flowing across the water The sun in all its glory..radiant Children building castles Gulls searching for tre... [read more] |
 Look upon a falling star, As it races in the evening sky, They say everytime it rains, A newborn angel has started to cry. These tears clea... [read more] |
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I like the sound of you, melodious, sweet and clear it lifts me up like a swing like a feather in the wind. I can hear you in the rushing... [read more] |
 Somewhere. . . Blackened by a darkened night Slain by the invoices of a lesser day Stained by the tears of a salty man Than Hidden by the... [read more] |
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A voice spoke to me from out of the blue. Asked me if I would like to take a ride. Not knowing where to go or what to do. I knew that there... [read more] |
 You need not judge me When you don't even know me Spreading lies and rumors Contorting poems that you've read I write from the heart My feel... [read more] |
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Do you really think he cares Is it possible really No I'm sorry, it's not Go on dreaming honey We all know what you got When you get it it's... [read more] |
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I'd like to paint myself Into a clear blue oblivion Where the earth meets the sky, And everything's forever, And everybody's free To be who... [read more] |
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There's a lot of things I don't understand, But the biggest has to be How predjudice is everywhere, But acceptance is scarce, And looked dow... [read more] |
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what must it be like to think you are all that (and a bag of chips no doubt) what must it be like to have everyone hang (themselves for havi... [read more] |
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They are immutable These words Burned into my mind With an acetylene torch Chiseled in the granite Of my soul They are on a loop In a tape... [read more] |
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the voices echo in my head the touch repulses my body the smell lingers heavy in the air the sight of you still paralyzes me with fear the... [read more] |