Poetry
Can I call these attempts? I'm not a poet.
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They Fall, Themselves
They, themselves, shall end up as I did.
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Final Breaths of Final Hate
Once deep, now shallow breaths, To end it all is an inevitability.
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Tell Me
How could he fall for someone whose soul isn't intact?
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Wasted, Broken, Gone
This is how I am now, forevermore.
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Untitled
I prefer single stanza poems above all.
