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Though Avarice holds tight to all The diamonds I hold mean more than mere sums.
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I hoped and prayed for a day to come when love would be granted unto me And yet...
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I used to fancy myself as a glorified child of logic Always calculating and firm
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From day one, I knew what it was I saw potential, as all others did
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Stars can never compare To the brilliant light I see
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Cold and unforgiving- This crag
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It's funny how alone one can feel in a dark room with nothing more than that familiar glow of a computer screen. It's not that I'm complain
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She has skin of porcelain and bright stars for eyes. / A river of honey-silk tresses flows down her back in exquisite curls down her her na
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I guess I never tried hard enough To get you Stand By Me.
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Who said it was wrong to be the martyr? Who said it was wrong to want to dream?
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I know it's been a while
Since my last star fell,
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Sit and watch me bleed
As I do it all the time
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He was always an arm's length away...
And gave me a reason to smile...
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His wounds weren't from a dragon, or a Goddess scorned.
They weren't as self-inflicted as he would have hoped.
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Sometimes I think I'm someone else,
Sometimes I cry alone,
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Fading from this world I wonder if any of what I tried to do was enough...
If I saved or murdered a lost soul two, would it save me from this feeling?
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This was to be a poem
About my Writer's Block
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When I write,
It comes from within.
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She's the one they turned to whenever help was needed.
She was there to pick them up and send them on their ways...
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At times, I found myself longing for release from him...
Others I couldn't help but cry out like a child missing her father.
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Ten more minutes to spend asleep.
With nothing but dreams and hopes
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Rain fell down
Like needles on skin.
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Why are there things that just can't be said? I don't understand it at all. Why is there That one person that you just can't seem to talk t
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Sit inside the Circle
Watch as Time doth Fly
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Sunday Morning
Feels like Monday...
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Sometimes, I sit and wonder while we're talking if you really hear me...other times, when we e-mail back and forth, I wonder if you're reading what I write....I
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A touch of Malice;
A hint of Spite;
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Nothing but a mirror...
A harmless sheet of glass.
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I don't know...
what goes on inside my head...
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It's broken;
Our bond is gone-
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Nothing left but screaming,
So coldly in thy ear.
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Incriminating me with the web of lies you tie me in.
The threads cut through flesh, the pain, the cries, the screams for mercy fall upon your deafened ears as
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Kept in the Dark for way too long With nothing to hold onto.
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