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HyacinthsShe stood there in that luscious green meadow staring at the colorfully painted Hyacinths. She remem
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The Hurting TreeEvery day I look in the oblivion to see the black, thick smog cover my branches. I want to scream an
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The Act of EatingThe act of eating is defined as "the process of taking food through the mouth." However this is not
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What's the Hardest Thing in the World?Actions let us peer into one another's thoughts. / They tell you who the person is and your associat
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The Bitter TruthWhy is it that every time she does something right it’s wrong? / That every time she cries, / She’s
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A Perfect Sexual Assault MetaphorIt's like you're tied to a train track with no way to escape. / You know where you are and you know
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To...To the boy on the bus who slide his hand up my thigh as if it was his own. To the guy forcing his ha
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Black CoffeeI used to drink black coffee. / The delicious, black drink made for an excellent meal. / Never mind,
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