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As I sit in flames in the depths of Hell,I burn. But I also ponder, Why me?It was a shock not to rise when I fellIn darkness where I could do naught but scream.And as the blood-drenched gates creaked open wide,A paralytic fear overtook me,When a wrathful fire gripped each my sides,Dragged me in for
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Not even seated,Your final goodbyes start toDevour my heart. I knew it was bad when I broke down at my desk. I could feel my head swelling and the air getting thinner. I still tried to keep it together. I may have made it until he asked “How are you feeling?”. I was never a
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People aren’t comfortable being alone with their feelings anymore. I want to embrace all the feels.
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Why do we always have to find a love, Always out to search, always on the prowl. Being alone with nothing else to think of, Hunting throughout the night like a starved owl. The selfish hunt that consumes our one life, Meant to end in fulfillment – but instead, Eats our time to find a
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I do not ever dare lie next to him, Unsure of the events to soon follow. My feelings, I am sure, are of pure whim, My heart for him is nothing but hollow. Yet he makes me genuinely smile, And my laughter derives from purest joys. Not having known him for a long while, He
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Starting off spooky season with one of my favorites! This is based on a dream I had when I was younger and had teddy bears. I don’t think I had any after this. Let me know what you think in the comments below the post!
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She’s ignorant of eyes that follow her, They stare at her black hair and olive skin. The eyes are transfixed by this enchanter, Gazes hard enough to be mortal sins. She is ignorant of the craning necks, To better hear the smooth notes in her voice. No sound is more beaut’ful amongst that
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The train arrives promptly at eight o’ five And she takes a seat at the farthest bench. Heart beating fast, telling her she is alive, Escaping a life that was so entrenched. Surrounded by unchanging ideals That only altered in the depth of night, Make this moment feel so unreal, And she hardly
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I wish to place your hand in mine sweet dear, To touch the warmth of your fragile, soft skin, And take you to lovely dreams. Oh, don’t fear! For you shall not be watched or stalked by sin. Strangers are forbidden here, in this place. None will follow or cling to your sweet
Simply Kayla 