Drug Abuse - 53
"Our national drug is alcohol, We regard the use of other type drugs with horror. William S Beirnoughis.
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Passion And Hate - 52
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life. Eric Hoffer.
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Virtue Of Being Young - 51
" One of the virtues of being young, is that you don't let the facts get in the way of imagination. Sam Levenson.
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The Blame Game
There are only so many times we can toss the blame around, Give it to another until the culprit is found. Another round of arguing is just too much for me.
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Untitled
love is guarded by many, containing only the best, although there are so many, i chose you and none of the rest.
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Tea And Toast
A sense of finality fills the air, Nothing to see yet all I can do is stare.
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The Concertina Car
On the darkened Essex roads This morning, a quarter to eight Traffic lights are red Did the right thing, stopped to wait Waiting patiently for green Then came this mornings farce Looming large in...
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Hidden Beauty
A hidden gem A hidden beauty She's right there Right in front of me All this time Chasing another She was under my nose And now I want no other I smile at the sight Save this dance for me.
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What Is A Rank
Please help me am really confused.
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Dang
Opuss rocks , a lot of self actualization can be done here , really puts things out there to be put in order , like how you can talk to a phycologist and they never say nothing , just kinda sit there...
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Another Spanish Day.
Walking through the crowded streets, Benches taken, no free seats. Sun beats down on all our heads, Rising from our unmade beds. Cramped yet dainty, life here seems, Architecture rises from my dreams.
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Me Vs. Mister Moon
Hello mister moon In your darkened sea Looking down at me and grinning...
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Somewhere In Between
She's somewhere between, perfection and art. The only one that I wanted from the start. What she asks for is the only way to win her heart.
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Stumbling In The Night
It's all over as I'm stumbling over myself... Wrestling with my own heart.. Tussling with my own thoughts... Reconciling the wrongs I made And agreeing with the decisions I created.
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Just Be Yourself ♡
I find it hard to be myself in the real world, but here it's easy..
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Marek Blog 19
His name was Marek. It's Polish. He was born in Poland. I love his name. I was never able to say it aloud though because I feared being overheard by my parents.
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Refuge
My guitar has a name. Refuge. For it is my safe haven. When things are caving. And beating down on my head. Music is the thing. That allows me to breathe. Without it I'd be the mess. I used to be.
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Or Have You?
Are you looking for me. Or searching threw the dusty remains. Have you set me free. Or have you tighten the chains.
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Unknown
She spoke to me, Eager to be followed. 'You need to listen' she said Said led me across the hall Grinning, she took me by the hand I didn't understand.
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150.An Anonymous Letter
February 12, 2013 Dear Julia, I've only known you since the sixth grade, but In these three years I've fallen for you.
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Pipe Dreams (Internet "Friends")
It's just a pipe dream, You and me, It'll never come true, Our love is just a fantasy. It's just a pipe dream, Meant to flush down the gutter. Get me out of reality. Nothing is ever what it seems.
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100 Things
#100things 1. Reading. I especially love physical books rather than an electronic book. The smell and feel of books for me are actually what keep me reading for longer periods of time. 2.
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Goodness
I will Be brave. I can Help save. I always Do my best. I work With zest. I pledge To be good. I think We all should. I'd go Into the fray To make sure no one Gets hurt today..
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Time Smell
What if time had a smell. It would smell of sand. The oil in clocks. And hourglass varnish. Of must and lichens. And cobwebs and cradles. And dust in corners. And metal pendulums.
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