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To my Dearest "Friends"My eyes burn with tears, and my hear is scalded black,like the core of your soul.If you hate me, why don't you just say so?Loneliness clings to ...
Smile when it hurts the most.Smile when you see the ghosts.Smile when you want to cry.Smile when you want to die.You are just a plastic mold,An empty shell in someone's ...
I stood by the window watching. I saw, through the darkness, the match be lit. I felt the tenth of a second before the hay lit. It felt like an ...
If you've ever wanted to read a poem where the writer cried while creating it.