My Poetry
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Depression is colorless / Is sounds like children crying / It smells like a basement in winter / It tastes like a liquour-drenched tear / I
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Let's play a game like we always do / You'll say you love me and I'll have to find out if it's true / Let's play pretend or even make-belie
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you're lurking in the shadows / memorizing the outline of her face / you get ready to make a move / as you watch the water that her fingers trace / / you're painting a pretty picture / of her inside your mind
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Did it but burn when you feel from heaven / your "saintly" self falling from the sky? / / You may be the greatest person in this hell / But now without your wings how can you fly? / / O, fallen angel you stil th
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