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A Binge on AdolescenceThe World does not see you for who you are. / The World sees you as naive meat / to **** on and bones to crack,
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Jun 14, 2010
A Gentle ReminderThe light's too dim / To see your face. / Our lives are too grim
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Sep 13, 2010
BeerThe taste of beer tripping / on his breath and lips / Was intoxicating enough.
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Feb 23, 2010
Begging.The click of the finished record, / The shuffling from my rabbit's cage, / These sounds make me remember,
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Jul 19, 2010
Cage FeverDashing, running, hopping and flipping, / Into the walls, bars, boxes, and bowls. / Heart beating, pounding, racing, trapped.
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Mar 21, 2010
ConsentThe sunflowers are yanked from my grasp. / The only spot of sunlight I see, / Is through the slivers of your finger cracks.
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Mar 21, 2010
Dear Little AnaDear Little Ana, / Her mother is dead. / She hallucinates her
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Feb 23, 2010
Distant LoverDear distant lover, / You are my strength. / You are my hope.
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Feb 24, 2010
Fall Winter SpringWhen petals fall and leaves are dry, / I weep for their ending. / When birds don't sing and deer won't prance,
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Feb 24, 2010
I Am the Ultimate SpongeTrying to define yourself. / Through other things like art that you like. / Or music.
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Feb 24, 2010
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