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 Beauty is in the owner's eyes. No one sees beauty the same way. For some people, beauty stays the same; for others, it changes over time. Bu... [read more] |
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Everyone has two parts to them. The part that everyone knows and the other no one sees. Everyone hides a part of them. They hide it for many... [read more] |
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I am lost, Have been captured Taken to thine hellish place Stripped of though, of freewill Left, With desolate mind What is it that you seek... [read more] |
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As it could have been said to me once by a friend, That life at times "a folly" does send, In caniption and frenzy of incomprehensible waste... [read more] |
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If by thought I could change the past, Or by wishing upon some neon star, Only in a moment it would be grasped, Then once again be left to d... [read more] |
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If for all the good men, scoundrels and wags, I was seen to be left without any fags, Then an insurmountable horror would occur, Upon my ten... [read more] |
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Alas I call upon your heart, To 'ear a tale that I came upon, About a lad with a generous start, But continues gamble his way undone. He go... [read more] |
 Can't you hear what I'm not saying? All the things for which I'm praying? Look Between the words I'm speaking! Spare the love for which I'm... [read more] |
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Once a beauty born to humble surroundings raised before a world with no way of understanding the complexity of one so talented. She was know... [read more] |
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they say she was just depressed and had been for the last two years what in the hell was she thinking drowning her 5 children called the pol... [read more] |
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Out of the blue it came-- the charge, the violence, the madness, the sheer brutality of a lawless land: first they stormed the gates like a... [read more] |
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Voices, motion, snapshots in the corridors, memories of many years in the cotton chambers of infancy, young age-- uncertainty, the search f... [read more] |
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Let me be your guide inside the labyrinth, where the cold wind builds gothic architectures in the clouds, and the damp earth reeks with the... [read more] |
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You'll always be there. I can call you and we can talk about dumb things for an hour without getting sick of hearing each other's voices. We... [read more] |
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Things are things Nothing's different but everything's different and nothing's the same but I'm still sitting here thinking different things... [read more] |