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Could the pain be any deeper
If I were being fed into a grinder
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I run the industry from hell and it will eat you alive
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It's Death again - He's always there -1
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Don't love me. Why won't you see
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He plays a silent symphony That only I can hear
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Pictorial representation of my heart then and now.
by MsAlee
100 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 24 11:40 PM. In Dark, Depression, First person, Hmm, Other, Pain, Personal, Poem, Sad, Tragedy
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A single tear Slides down my cheek.
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Her body itched with each note But she was rope tied, she was held down
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Hopefully I don't upset too many Cohen fans.
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I find shelter in your shadow
pleasure in your sigh
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I'm trying, I honestly am.
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Tired. Exhausted. Questions. The End.
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by x-VisionaryMinor-3
800 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 22 4:42 AM. In Angst, Hmm, Love, Other, Pain, Poem, Poetry, Teen, Young adult
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Sitting huddled on the dirt ridden floor
Hysterically shaking like panic induced seizures
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My problem with matter is this (and it matters)
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A small poem about the huge questions we face in life. Please, don't think about them too much, it will send you literally mad!
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Life is a journey,
a continued story
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The moon arose up in the murky East,
Declaring the night, the beginning of the feast
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Tendons and bones, organs and veins
Stripped bare
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“A home is where the heart is”,
then where is your heart?
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The light is harsh
and the devil’s song an alluring hiss
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Home is where I want to be but home I cannot find
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There’s smoke on the horizon1
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So many things being pondered now and leaving me sleepless at night.
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just a quick poem I put together while waiting for OAP auditions.
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What do you see when you look at me?1
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If beauty is in the eye of the beholder1
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Oh my Easter eggs between my chicken legs, how I loathe thee.1
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This is not based on any actual person.
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Chants of love ring true.1
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Breaking the boundaries imposed by the sun...1
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Written in the sand Is a message of hope;
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As I step into the water,1
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I pour poison in your ear drizzle it on your eyes
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Sitting upon a ring of fire, it begins to sizzle;
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Hurry, hurry! I hear the whistle of the horn.
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