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my mind is spilling over but filling all the same, an endless fountain of lost reason, staining my hollow eyes my heart is turning to sand inside my chest, numbing my nose with the scent of burning wax my arms are motionless with the overpowering emptyness of my fake emotion it'll pass it'll pass again, it returns again, again the fake emotion fake emotion the invisible taste the fake emotion fake emotion

My pretty, little flower. Can I stay and watch you wilt? My pretty, little flower. Can you feel the guilt? My sad, worn out flower. Dry your eyes for me. My sad, worn out flower. Grow again, please. My poor, weed-like flower. Look at what you are. My poor, weed-like flower. You never really got far. Good bye my blackened flower. Your beauty is deceiving. Good bye my blackened flower. You really are worth leaving.

What do you, What do you want me to be?  What do you wanna, wanna see?  When I was with you, I felt so free.  What happened to your beauty?  Well, you're still and angel to me. You turned your back on what we have, what we had.  I still love you, is that so bad?  Don't yell so loud, please don't be mad. You're my life, why I live.  What can I do to make you glad? My heart was broken, torn in two.  Those things I said, well they weren't true.  I still love you.  I really do.  Now how do you feel?  Can we pull through? You turned your back on what we have, what we had.  I still love you, is that so bad?  Don't yell so loud, please don't be m

     It was raining heavily at exactly 7:30pm.  You could hear the symphony of frogs and other amphibious creatures all around, and although it was well into winter, the temperature was oddly warm. Purple rain boots were on her feet and a large, quite ominous black umbrella loomed over her head like a cloud.  She had a dark blue coat that came up her neck and to her jaw bone with big, shiny black buttons.  She had black pants that clung to her small figure like wet spiderwebs, but she wasn't wet from the rain.  All of a sudden, a shiver thundered up her spine and into her ribs.  She felt something breathing, then there was a buzzing in her ea

it starts in my gut with a regretful feeling the feeling of stickers, worn and peeling then rises to my stomach and makes me sick my shoulders twitch revealing my annoying tick then all at once it encloses my heart with a piercing feeling as it tears me apart it's not about the tears but the knee shaking fears no matter how hard I try I can never hide it will always come back my panic attack

Hey, merry Christmas from me to you. This time, Christmas is a little bit new. In fact, I think it's better. Sorry this poem doesn't come with a letter. But, hey. You guys rock! When you come to my door, you guys will knock. Dad, your brownies will always make me smile. Mom, you help me with my homework, even if it takes a while. You both have always been there for me. By the way, kick ass Christmas tree. You both have taught me life lessons I'll never forget. Like "Never, ever smoke a cigarette." You're such wonderful guys. You were the beginning of my collection of ties. What I'm really trying to say is "Thanks a lot!" For al

how apologetic i feel from this tragic ordeal my actions direct yet lacking intellect and so i'm write this to settle what's amiss because i'm not glad for i've made you sad what i'm trying to say is "can we turn it the other way?" i hope it wont take a while cause i really like your smile

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