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 u never ment the words u said u tried to say its all u had u made me belive u were the best but in the end ur just like the rest SO MAYBE N... [read more] |
 Used toy. for you. only you. I wish. There was Still Me. For Me. Only Me. [read more] |
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Always perfect. Always fine. Smiling like a china doll Left up on a shelf. Don't touch her - she might break shatter into a thousand pie... [read more] |
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The curtain comes crashing down, and the actor is revealed for who she is. She stops the act takes off the costume all the stage makeup... [read more] |
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Why are you sometimes so gentle, oh great ocean? Taking me into you but only letting your waves of loneliness gently lap at me you cry wi... [read more] |
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for Alex She was so different and I felt so young, so intimidated but before we'd even spoken a word... [read more] |
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A butterfly flying free, fluttering up and down in the air; a snowflake floating soft, looking for the right place to land, a scattering... [read more] |
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O soft-lit beam of glowing sun-light - burn my wings before the flight; O gentle wind of noiseless sound - thrust me hard upon the groun... [read more] |
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snow, so gently falling that you almost forget it is snow. sunlight streams throught the clouds and the birds are chirping. Is the world... [read more] |
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After my sleep, -which was not peaceful but only a pause from despair, a blankeing nothingness, where my exhausted Self was a given a m... [read more] |
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I throw you a yellow rubber ball and you run after it, and pounce I throw it again, and you blink at it, barely giving it a glance. We'... [read more] |
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a tiny, precious gift I hold it lightly, lightly in my hand trembling, trying not to breathe too hard I hold it gently because it is so f... [read more] |
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Hurting myself, feeling the pain, letting my tears fall down with the rain. Should I go or must I stay? It doesn't matter, either way. *... [read more] |
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I have become an expert at the art of hiding what I feel, of making the pain seem less than real; of laughing when I want to cry, of livi... [read more] |
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Sky, sky, up so high. Up so high where all birds fly. Why is there rain? Why is there snow? Why do the cold winds always blow? Aren't there... [read more] |