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do you enjoy the pain you put me through? enjoy knowing that i fall faster every time i see you?
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waves lapping steadily at the sand the point where ocean meets the land
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they've stripped me of my wings and set them free
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why must you look like me?
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my dark petals, my thorn-protected stem, i am a black rose
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what once was will never be again.
by DrownInImperfection
58 lines, 9 comments,
on Mar 6 7:41 AM. In Personal, Thoughts, Life, Sad, Pain, My life, Longing, Sadness, Lost love
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Another one that I've not yet finished.
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Not finished yet. Just can't work on it without crying and smudging everything I write.
by DrownInImperfection
8 lines, 3 comments,
on Feb 19 7:43 AM. In Pain, Personal, Sad, Hope, Love, Other, Thoughts, Lost love, Depression, Sadness
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forgive me, i'm a little rusty.
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rejected and isolated, but moving on
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this probably isn't finished, i don't know, but read it anyways
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karma is a bitch my friends....
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to all you so-called "friends" out there, this is for you.
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for you, i'll always care
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i blame love for this pain
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giving up on supporting someone who keeps making the same mistake over and over.
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the finished version of an earlier written poem.
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this one is from the writing workshop, but we were instead given a word bank to work with
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yet another about the pile of stuff from the writing workshop....
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another write about the pile of stuff in the middle of the table at the writing workshop...
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had a writing workshop today, had to be inspired by a pile of stuff in the middle of the table...
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he deserves so much better than what i have to give.
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may be re-done or added to at a later date
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a scar left upon my heart will fade but will never completely heal
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growing up without a father....
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i loved you once, it wasn't meant to be
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you held my heart in your hands but chose to let it go
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love that which is not felt in return turns ugly
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clocks and the passing of time.
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about the purpose of having parents on this earth....
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this is rather weird and random, but some of it's good.
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this is about my art never being good enough for my art teacher.
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