A Poets...
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A Poets Retelling of a Unfortunate Demise
The sky opened up today. I felt like I could reach into the heavens. The separation of the sky, it gave me a splitting headache.
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A Poets Requiem
Life sometimes changes for the worst or the better. It doesn’t matter which. Other than the fact it changes. I’ve lived a whole life scared
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A Poets Realization of Numbness
Life sometimes changes for the worst or the better. It doesn’t matter which other than the fact it changes. I’ve lived a whole life scared
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A Poets Dying Thoughts
As I fall. I’m staring at you all. Over my head, I’m not one to complain. Face the truth, and all the battles of my
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A Poets Self-Sacrifice
After my first suicide attempt I realized something more than what I could have ever known without doing such a thing. I can
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A Poets Depression
When you’re little, you grow to love anything you set your sights on and those little pieces of plastic that were manufactured in
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A Poets Psychopathy
I’ve been having a new set of dreams recently. They still contain this woman in black and blue that I see so often
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A Poets Philosophy
It’s based on two things. First is of human origin. Us being cannot be good in anyone’s eyes. There is a grudge against humanity, so
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A Poets Last Thoughts
The city dies by old age, tomorrow. You can never die to0 late. It is said that a dove can heal, all of our savagest
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A Poets Mind
I really dont know how to speak my mind right now so I guess I’ll tell you random facts about myself; I have a big
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A Poets Dream
I’ve always thought that you could never feel happiness until you know what sadness feels like. Today I woke up in thought of
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A Poets Councilor
Today I was talking with a friend about therapy, upon watching a television show about serial killers she made the comment “So if
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A Poets Name
As I sit here trying to figure out to write as a “whats on my mind” other than a story I can only
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A Poets Stress
So….the disease has finally resurfaced itself and I have embraced it with a warm loving home. I can only stress about self control