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No SleepIt's ******* 3 in the ****** morning, / a twisted mind trying to write, / the most flawed paper known to man.

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Apr 24, 2012

Fast NostalgiaWhy does it feel so excruciating? / In the middle of the night. / I've already taken flight, but can't seem to stop looking back.

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Feb 12, 2012

SolitudeRomance is dead, / love has fled, / lust is just,

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Feb 10, 2012

Off White VanillaThe white on the vanilla is off; / as if the brown got ****** out of the chocolate. / You leave me with a bitter aftertaste;

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Feb 9, 2012

cracking lightbulbsdim the lights, / because you know this is the night / that despite our differences.

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Jan 26, 2012

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