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**They Say What Goes Around Comes Around, Maybe Next Time You'll Remember That Before You Leave Me On The Floor Helpless** |
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**You Throw Me About And Then Tell Me To Leave But Everytime I Pack My Things You Drag Me Back** |
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"Maybe I should give you my heart for Christmas....You seem to like playing with it anyway..." |
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Please read my poem The young girl and her dear razor blade |
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6 billion people in this world |
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I build hopes on fragile towers of glass; they do not fall, they shatter, and leave dagger-like shards in their wake. Everything is ripped to shreds, and I know it is my own fault for growing hopes on such beautiful and painful things. |
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DO you experience emotion as I do? The littlest things are pounding forces that threaten to drive me to madness, so close that it seems complete loss would be a relief. |
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Thoughts are things in my mind. They have lives of their own, and I can't control them. They control me. Ideas, thoughts, word, memories, all of these are alive. They own me. |
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She's the Cinderella, That never had a chance, to make her dreams come ture. |
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In Memory Of My Broken Wings, |