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JusticeBlack

My style is my style. Because I don't have writer's block all that much when I finally do get it it lasts for months at a time(lasted a whole year once). So when something pops up in my head I write, you could label it if you want but I just see it as my words.

My Poetry

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  • I’m not going to stand here in front of you and lie, I’m not going to stand in front of you and say that in the morning I can’t open my eyes,
    40 lines, September 9, 2007. In Life, Love, Personal, Spiritual, Thoughts
  • My hands shake, / My hands shake as tears form in my eyes, / My mind races, as I sort through your lies. / / Am I your Atkins Diet, your ripped jeans, your tie dye shirt? / Nothing more than a fad, a passing flirt?
    69 lines, 1 comment, May 3, 2007
  • My mind wonders while my legs wander aimlessly about you, to you.
    I know what you're capable of, I know you can and will hurt me, but I can
    19 lines, 3 comments, January 17, 2007. In Life, Personal, Sad, Thoughts
  • Have you ever felt as if you were just dating the same person over and over again no matter how different they looked? Well that's what thi
    38 lines, 1 comment, November 17, 2006. In Abuse, Personal, Sad, Dark, Thoughts, Anger, Self, Life, My life, Depressed, Sadness

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