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So I am 18, live in a small town and am going to leave for college soon. There isent much else. I just got out of a long relationship, but it hasen't sparked much from me. I am at a low in my poetry, but times are changing.
Oh how I loath thee
when I am down on my knees...
Love they said-
then love fell out...
The hand of reality is gripping-
at my throat, it will not give in...
Enchanting- to pick a word
however wrong it may be...
so dark and cold...
Roses arn't red, the sky isn't blue.
this rose is black, and she loves you!"
Snowflakes are so beautiful, and fragile. They are each unique unto themselves. and each melts into water when the weather is not just right. But when pilled together, they do great things.
We used to walk togeather, and we were strong. now we walk apart...look what we've become.