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  • Death

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    she weeps in the dark with anger and depression
    breathing hard and fast with a blade by its side
    rubbing away the fear growing inside
    her hand twist and turn
    what she cant control
    all the screaming and yealling
    she weeps in the dark
    as she pierced through the dark
    with note in hand to those who cause pain
    down to her last tear
    with a note in the dark to those who broke her heart

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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