Topic: One of my older, untitled poems.. | |
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I'm standing here
Seemingly, silently screaming My hand is outstretched And yet I'm all alone... The darkness is gleaming There's no use in my screaming To get out alive Means to be on my own Another day passes Blending in with the masses All the while screaming And standing alone Amy N. |
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Break Out
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Very nice sweets!
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ty guys. i'll have to find some of my other stuff. i had that one memorized from years ago
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