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by xoxhanniexox 4 lines, 3 comments, on Apr 27 10:49 PM 2007
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The words don't seem to come.
The torture doesn't end. -
Lost to the point of recklessness,
My life serves no meaning; I'm scared. -
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I've got something running through my veins,
A passion, garnished with grace. -
Yesterday mislead me to believe that it was real,
When in fact it was a myth, an illusion for its prey. -
Butterfly, sweet butterfly,
your wings have come to bloom. -
Nothing makes sense with life and death,
two opposites by far.by xoxhanniexox 50 lines, 6 comments, on Feb 6 7:45 PM 2007 -
Hours and hours, months and months
is her first identity.by xoxhanniexox 67 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 4 6:04 PM 2007. In Life -
Wicked, wicked words,
the only things you say.by xoxhanniexox 29 lines, 1 comment, on Feb 4 6:03 PM 2007. In Relationships -
During this time of the predators of life,
suicides and murders will occur from their hate.by xoxhanniexox 12 lines, 2 comments, on Feb 4 6:00 PM 2007. In Death
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