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The Jester. Juggling snowballs,. One. Two. Three. He has one for Man. He has one for God. He has one for Me. One. Two. Three. The Jester. Juggling snowballs. Inside one is nothing.
Malala holds a fire bean, A fire bean in her coloured hand Her coloured hand digs in Pakistan Pakistan is her mothers land Malala wears a hijab, her body is banned Is banned from the eyes of God God...
Hi everyone, This is something that's been playing on my mind for a while, and I'd really appreciate it if you took the time to read it. Amanda Todd. I bet you've heard of her.
When I took my first breath, I eagerly anticipated life. When I breathed countlessly, I held in the palm of my hand life. When I breathe in, I taste the rusting edge of life.
The girl with the wild red hair. Came to the cliff face stair. And with a wave of her sonic wings. Took me absolutely everywhere. She threw a shape and threw her head back.
Can't figure it out... Only just a simple operation. Many things have gone wrong... Please just tell us the problem. Lean over and whisper in my ear. If everything went well... Can't they revive them.
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One look is all you see I remind you of those models on TV you don't bother to find out or test my mind out "Damn he's so fine" is all you seem to blurt out I ask for conversation but it always burns...
Viewing themselves through pixelated screens,. And seeing only profile picture fact,. Until bad chat connection intervenes,. Or find each other's opposites attract,.
I try so hard not to notice I try so hard not to care I try so hard not to notice your not here. But I'm countin' down the hours. I'm countin' up the days. I try so hard not to show This side of me.
A girl in the mirror Spattered with blood. Now everything is clearer. She's covered in mud, And stained with stitches. Her heart is pounding Her soul itches. A broken girl, Who loves everyone.
I was waiting for my turn at cashier. I was stuck in another line too long. An old woman was turning her purse inside out, And another was humming an annoying song.
Austin Goh My Journey Memoirs of a True Master 1. Profile Austin Goh 2.My Journey 3 Meeting Master Lee Shing 4. History of Wing Chun 5. Grand Master Lee Shing 6. Training with my Master 7.
I guess along the way I lost interest in things that I loved. all I can think about is this emptiness. it's kind of stupid to say that one boy caused all this damage inside of me but it's the truth.
Laying here all alone, wondering how it could have been. How different or how similar. The good or bad memories; they would still be in my mind. I cannot let it go, I cannot stop this feeling.
Look Deep in my past Starting school Where were you.
Crying alone Wanting to die People don't care Don't even ask why Fed up of the fight Lost all of my will To get up over and over It's just a steep hill I've tried so many times To fight this dark...
We’ll squeeze every second that we can from our lives, because we’re young, and we have plenty of years to grow. We’ll grow until we’re braver.
The coffee beans rattle Like bones in my head. Stones in a vessel, Waking the dead..
Tomorrow is the day that you can change your destiny..
Soul like lead, Heart like stone. Say we've left you all alone. You're becoming skin and bone. Staying thin, Try not to eat.
Talking is just talking. What if I want more. What if I want feeling. What if I want touch, taste. What if I want your air to help me breathe. What.. if I just want more of you?.
Roses are red Violets are blue Some poems rhyme, But not this one!.