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Dear Emilie,
The day you died killed me. I want you to know that.200 words, 4 comments, February 21, 2008. In Depression, First person -
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You'd be supprised what you can see from the top of a bridge. Or on the peak of a mountain. Or even on the seventh story of a building. Whe
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The last time I visited this room, each wall was a different color. And I was alive.500 words, 2 comments, November 30, 2007. In , Death, Drama, First person, Personal, Sad, Short story, Tragedy, Unedited, Unfinished
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See that sky?
I reach that far. -
Caught with a vice
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My many happy moments,
Or my midnight madness.
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- Is There World Enough For Me? at allpoetry
See that sky? I reach that far. - Picture Me at allpoetry
Caught with a vice
Or frigid with grace. - Ohm... at allpoetry
My many happy moments,
Or my midnight madness.
