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WinterThe coldness creeps in without any reason. / My life is winter, my permanent season. / No ounce of warmth anywhere I go.

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Apr 1, 2012

Close The CurtainThe sweat drips from her face down to the floor, / She's worked too hard and can endure no more. / Her hands on her knees, she takes a deep breath,

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Apr 1, 2012

Hope You're HappyThe hurt gets worse, the more I try the more I fail. / My once enlightened face has turned an ugly shade of pale. / I can't be what anyone wants, no matter how hard I try.

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Apr 1, 2012

Be YourselfDifferent is good. / Normal is overrated. / Be who you are.

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Apr 1, 2012

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