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THERE iS NO REFUGE FROM CONFESSiON BUT SUiCiDE; |
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Now I stare |
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They say before you die, |
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From my rotting corpse no flowers but weeds shall grow A crumbling tombstone with fading lyrics 'she died to no one's pain' |
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All of us need to die |
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People die |
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Hey.if you could read my new poem 'broken beauty' and comment on it, that would be great.ill do the same for you. |
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Some dream of love witha kiss |
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When people ask me what religion i believe in, i simply reply that i don't believe in a religion but i do believe in death because it is the only thing that is very real to me |
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I wish you were here with me tonight...i never thought not having you here now would hurt so much....and every night i miss you i can just look up && know the stars are holing you tonight |