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oh little morsels of bone
borne into smut and soot
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Do I look like I need to worry,
Do I look like I want to be played.
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With fading dreams
and crying eyes
by Xx-Secrets-xX
9 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 21 9:41 PM. In Pain, Personal, Thoughts, Love, Life, lost, Sad, sorrow, death, prayer
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Today was the first time I ever wanted to kill you, Oh God, I swear its true.
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She was made of melted candy and thorns.
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by Night Hope
86 lines, 20 comments,
on Aug 17 3:31 PM. In Personal, Life, Love, Sorrow, Hope, Nature, Spiritual, Inspiration, Dedication
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I have so many words...so much to say-
but my voice is drowned by my tears.
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I can no longer compete although you made me feel complete
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Solitude calls on me daily, as this sorrow fills my life
Leaving constant devastation, giving me cracks of inner strife
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Once, I was walking with my dog through the park. He stopped to investigate a particularly interesting plant
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If I could sketch the broken tree
with branches strong and leaves of green
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Dedicated those whose love has been unrequited
by Kazytc
58 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 9 11:09 AM. In Contest, Sad, Thoughts, Personal, Unrequited Love, Pain, Sorrow, Loss, Emotions
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I bury the pain deeper.
Whenever your near.
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Tracing soundless moments, With nothing but a though,
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Do not invade oh sadness, for I pine,
while shadows masquarade, strangle.
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I met you early this year,
You made me laugh so loud,
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From a soldier who had served nine years,
Every day has brought along more tears,
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Im silent today -
Because the darkness
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Let me take away your heartache,
Let me bear your unbound pain.
by scarletbard
32 lines, 8 comments,
on Jul 26 8:07 AM. In Zach, love, son, death, sorrow, meningitis, doctors, help, hospital, personal
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beautiful shades make imprints
and spaces
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Her sorrow could fill a bucket.
Those words of "goodbye",
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Beauty does not always dwell in brilliance. for it may be plucked prematurely; before stars may sprout on tendrils of eyes reaching for hea
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suffocating me,
drowning my soul,
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Clinging to a slender thread of hope
I struggle hard to gain my soul's release
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He was born onto jaded earth;
viewed as tragic root
within mute drift of winter's robes
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