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Death is not an option
it's a promise...
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If I could hold onto you with everything and...
My hands being little tree roots touching...
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Solitude has never been more uproarious
A constant chaos of this and that… never-ending...
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Blank.
Staring off at his phone waiting for the words to...
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Everything settles before me -
my breath...
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Writer's Block sometimes feels like
you're stuck in the Sahara...
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You are a sinkhole threatening
to collapse beneath my...
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Her hands
trembling...
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Some call me a curse
Because according to them I torment them...
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She traced the cracks on the wall,
like she sailed within a map...
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Speechless roses fall victim to winter
dormant; within cracks of frozen earth...
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Beauty radiates tween conversation as
Roses mixed with greenery, remind me...