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MeAndYou353
Wake me up when the evening's gone, the world has risen and the Sun has shone.
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Written on May 13th, 2013
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DizziMayy
I have never been able to tell anyone that, I am constantly crying inside and feeling lost.I have never been able to utter a word of how i feel when I look to the future and I see nothing .Or that this world feels so off to me. No one...
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Written on May 2nd, 2013
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slimmmerman
You remind me of the Northern Lights...
Graceful when they move,
Elegant and beautiful
Wear the same colors...
Turquoise, greens, purples, reds and blues,
I don't get to see them as much as I'd like
But when I do see them I consider...
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Written on March 31st, 2013
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WhateverFace
There are people in my hallway, hallway.
People there for me.
There are people in my hallway, who follow, follow me.
There are people in the yards, people at the store.
There are people through my windows. Sometimes, people at my door...
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Written on January 10th, 2013
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WhateverFace
Poor little squirrely;
I hit you with my car.
I did not mean to do it;
It was an accident by far.
I did not want to smash your tail,
Or squish your brains to mush.
You can’t imagine how bad I feel,
at having hurt you such...
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Written on January 10th, 2013
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ilovered25
Every day is like hell without you
The sun does not brighten up my day when we're apart
The moon does not give me light when I'm alone at night
Even the stars are not sparkling tonight
I don't know why all the things became strange...
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Written on January 10th, 2013
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Discoverer98
I suffer from paranoia of an everyday and useful part of society. I am frightened to within an inch of my life, and I dread the mornings when I have to utilize this service. The bus. Let me tell you what scares me when I use the bus to...
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Written on December 19th, 2012
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Discoverer98
In the outback/bush of Australia, the rumours of Chainsaw Jack, a gruesome serial killer were on the rise. One night, after a dinner, Matthew and his girlfriend Clara were driving home. Matthew had to drive about 50 kms to get to Clara...
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Written on December 19th, 2012
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upminsterkid
Aries sits on the chair, head in handsTortured thoughts through his mind ranFeelings of madness and despairThe wanting to tear out his hairHe sits staring at the floorNo one arriving at his doorAlone it the stark roomHis thoughts create...
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Written on October 24th, 2012
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ConnieProuder
Connie Irene and Bonnie Jean are sisters, in that -
They are identical twins, in fact.
They are great tale weavers.
So much so, you became believers.
Switching names
Are one of their games.
They think its amusing,
But it's very...
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Written on October 7th, 2012
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triumphanddisaster
Side by side, they strode through the quad. While their driver licenses said they were the same height, Jason just always looked taller. The difference was even more pronounced today. Today Eric was beaten.
Eric was done talking. He...
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Written on September 22nd, 2012
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theadventuresofalexus
I see the Pain hidden, i see the scars that remain i too once felt that pain, On rainy days i like to View from inside the window, this down weather makes a girl keep that frown to a smile , ♥ Take my Hand &&Forget the rest of the day...
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Written on July 21st, 2012
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sabrynabrooklynne
I want to be
a girl that he
will love like a princess
and make love to
like a pornstar.
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Written on July 20th, 2012
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sabrynabrooklynne
I don't want a man who calls me "Baby"...I don't want a man who calls me "Babe"...I don't want a man who calls me "Sweetheart"...And I don't want a man who call's me "Love".Unless.....I am the ONLY one he says that to.
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Written on July 20th, 2012
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sabrynabrooklynne
I want to be the girl
he gives his hoodies to wear
and cuddles up to
when it's cold.
I want to be the girl
he comes up behind
and wraps his arms around, while
whispering in her ear, "You're Beautiful".
I want to be the girl
he...
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Written on July 20th, 2012
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taimo0oh
Did you ever close your eyes and see blackness did you ever open your eyes and you still see darkness ?
Am i blind or is it all swept away in the darkness ?
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Written on April 14th, 2012
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taimo0oh
pretty flowers that makes ur lover smile and love you more when they receive it but the beauty of a flower lasts just like the love that was there ...
is the flower happy?
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Written on April 14th, 2012
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Strikerfreeze
To what great honor, do I owe the pleasure of remembering how to forget?
Wandering thoughts, scattered memories.
Come dance, dance, dance!! Play upon the times of tranquility and serenity.
Ruffled pictures, ruptured synchronization...
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Written on October 20th, 2011
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The women began cleaning out the old house boxes n boxes of dust covered junk it seemed littered the house.the woman inherited the house from a deceased relative she had never even met.her husband and children were cleaning and...
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Written on November 17th, 2010
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i have slide down a rainbow into a pot of gold, i have slept on clouds, flew thru the air on a magic carpet, rode across feilds of gold on a unicorns back, u look at me n saw am crazy, u lock me away in this padded room, am not angry r...
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Written on July 25th, 2010
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