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its not just a game
(not in the poem) -
As you held on to your last breath,
And I, clutching your weakened handsby CovertEnmity 37 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 28 7:43 PM. In dark, sad, personnal, other, pain, regret, undying love -
Years I've committed sin,
And walked among man as a saint -
lighting matches to find there way
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family is the biggest part of my worries
has made my vison oh so blury -
Days passed by Turned into yearsby luna-midnight 63 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 10 9:02 PM 2007. In personnal
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You can try if you want But I've always failed
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Rain drops fall at the speed of lawn darts Whiskey and soda in handby greggae 56 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 27 9:04 PM 2007. In Life, Love, Vulnerability, Freedom, Inspiration, Escape, Personnal
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Daddy bought me my own guitar, / Wooden and beautifully man-made. / My very own companion to play. / I will never forget this day! / The first time I held my guitar, / It was on a bright sunny spring day. /
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I am your Rag Doll, Rag Doll, Rag Doll / With no feeling, no emotions at all / Sit me, stand me, lay me down / Or just let me go and throw me on the ground / I am your Rag Doll, Rag Doll, Rag Doll / With no fee
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i'm screaming in my head
but i'm calm on the out side -
to be poor is not entirely a financial state
it all depends on how much love is given out
and at what rate -
Soar with Graceful Night,
Ride the moon and ease my fright -
Can you imagine
the look of disdain -
I lay there pondering
Caressed by a light breeze -
Is a slip of hand so unforgivable?
It is to you, you demand perfectionby greeneyedmuse 62 lines, on Nov 18 12:21 PM 2006. In Personnal -
Fear is what lets us breathe
Known is better than known -
If I had one more day with you,
to show how my love is true.
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