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BrokenDwnDreams

My writing is my life.It is the only way I can express myself.I amup for constructive critism but I hate bashers.They irritate me beyond belief.

My Poetry

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  • Im leaving
    Hey Boy, How about you tell me what's been going on?
    47 lines, March 9, 2008. In payback
  • Waiting
    She didn't know who he was when he walked through the door. Thought he was just another stranger.
    18 lines, February 3, 2008. In missing, personal
  • So she walks..
    A family sits at a kitchen table late at night. Laughing and talking like people do.
    27 lines, January 20, 2008. In Angst, dark, pain, personal
  • The pain insideFre
    The room is shrinking Her screams are mute
    16 lines, 9 comments, December 30, 2007. In sad, rape, pain

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