Dreams of Suicide

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:) Amusing, and I liked how it showed the tie in to the backward haunting thoughts of your mind. I wish there weren't so many capitals, but the format make sense for the sake of adding an independently standing and important phrase.

Your latest poems are witty; you've found your simple style. But I'd like to see a bit more in the next effort.
Carpe Diem.




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lmao! XD you're brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
I think you're crazy, maybe.




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I agree with everything good everyone else said xD

Great work (:
“Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would I'd never leave.”




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I like how you made yourself seem so vulnerable. Did you really have a dream about suicide? I like how to gave the wind personification you made the poem sound even cooler by doing that. Overall it was short, but very well written :)
watch me as I float away leaving my lifeless body behind leave my wounded heart unmeneded just as you intended leave my timeless love alone you ripped out my heart and stole it but I just cried and smiled "you can keep it" I'll never love again.




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It's strange..
:S
I like it :)
The name caught my eye...
Typical emo girl :roll:
Hehe physics?
I don't get it :S
I'm not logical enough
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"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites