alex-jWhisper

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Loving, lost trulyI loved / I loved to love. / I loved to love you
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Dec 26, 2012
DaysEvery day I wake up. Sun shines through the blinds, / down on me, Hopes and dreams live again. / Somewhere here, it must be. Somewhere I can find,
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Sep 15, 2012
Up in the airI can't stop thinking about it. / Everything that I did keeps replaying / (Insert generic text here)
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Aug 18, 2012
Never ending struggle.Remington 870 12-Gauge shot gun. / Your trigger would be so easy to pull. / Fully oiled and loaded clean. The shot would come out perfectly.
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May 18, 2012
BrokenEverything that I was, / Is gone. / Blissfully Ignorant.
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Apr 19, 2012
PainThey say real strength is not just enduring it, / but picking up the pieces afterwards. / I guess it just takes awhile with a heart made of glass.
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Mar 21, 2012
ClickEvery day clicks by / not a clock, / but a revolver
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Mar 21, 2012
Glass EggsI put all my eggs in one basked. / G l a s s E g g s / And they were taken,
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Mar 7, 2012
That look.Through your eyes. I could save the world. / Leap across tall buildings and catch crashing planes. / But that look, Empty?
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Mar 7, 2012
End itDo me a favor / and slit my throat. / Cut my heart out like an Aztec priest
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Mar 7, 2012
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