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Miss*Mary

  • Reaching Out

    Okay...this is my first poem, so I want to know what you honestly think. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Gasp! The knife falls, upon upturned flesh. the scar--bright and red

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read
  • Crimson Tears

    My eyes filled with tears I cannot shed, my arms cry instead there crimson tears. Wanting to die with nowhere to hide, my only way out is to bleed. Why ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read


Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there.” I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.
— John Green, Looking for Alaska