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A brick falling on my headIt hits me hard, / like a brick dropped on my head, / I was not expecting such a drop, / it almost k
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Jun 8, 2014
Add a poemAdd a poem / write something sweet / about how the whistling wind coming from her lavish lips while
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Feb 7, 2014
AddictionBreak my fingers for that pay, / just to blow the money away, / but that is what addiction is like,
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Jun 21, 2014
A drinkI'm drunk, / and alone, / without you. / But that's not why I'm drunk, / for I am like a sponge, / a
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Apr 6, 2014
After a drinkIt's funny how after a drink or few, / we can talk about everything, / from the polarization of poli
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Feb 16, 2014
After DeathWith my body decomposing, / and life ebbing away, / will I be forgotten? / lost in life's sway. / Wh
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Nov 4, 2014
AftereffectsMy words pour out, / like a gutter reaching its breaking point, / splashing down and creating quite
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Feb 19, 2014
AloneAs I sit, here alone, in this empty room, / I think of what we were, / I think of what we could have
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Mar 27, 2014
AnchorI have a college degree, / no money, / an idea in my head, / and that is all I can see. / Make money
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Jul 5, 2014
AngerI have a sickness, / which is contagious, / spreading with quickness, / which is outrageous. / Every
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May 19, 2014
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