My Poetry
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Accepting that you could never love me again,
Would be like being buried alive in a coffin.
22 lines, 4 comments,
November 8, 2007. In suicide, coffin, death, heartbreak, love, sadness, breakup, girls
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There once was a boy who had many acquaintances and not a single friend.
He considered himself too different to be friends with anyone, an
39 lines, 1 comment,
November 8, 2007. In suicide, death, lonely, lonliness, outcast, society, love, heartbreak, sad
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A perfect flower. / The incessant search for it. / Aren't they all perfect?
2 lines, 1 comment,
June 12, 2007
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Hippopotamus - / They are very big and fat. / Hippopotamus.
2 lines, 4 comments,
June 12, 2007
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