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soul-in-torment
The young lover's committed suicide by inhaling carbon dioxide gas.
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
Join me in death 10w
When absent... weep not for me for I am with you always I am the breeze that gently moves your hair to view the laughter In your eyes I am the gentleness of rain caressing your cheek and slowly tickling your neck Just to see you smile I am the warmth of morning sunlight and the cool kiss of evening that leads you softly to thy bed I am the familiar embrace of sheets and comfort of pillow I am ... each and every... dream I am every waking moment I am everything and nothing that causes you to pause and think of me So when I am absent ... weep not for me my love for... I am always ... with you.
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
wasted tears
*** like suicide's always better when the lights go out.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
in the dark
I dreamt of mine own death and woke up... smiling
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
premonition of peace 10w
Is this all there is ? 0r am I missing something
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC
incomplete 10w
Her eyes held me captive her kisses set me free
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
enjoyable ******* 10w
y o u took away my tears replacing them with your own.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
two sad. 10w
Released from prison and yet only now ... he's truly free
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
Mandela
If you really wanna shut me up then kiss me
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
in black n white 10w
I am the oak bent or' and aged That once stood brave as natured raged the lines were drawn the battle staged and man with time compassion caged I am the field scarred by each track that shared the weight of soldiers pack and too felt pain from shell and flak and those gone forth no more came back I am the breeze scented with death as noxious gas inhaled as breath sent young men blind without the f and yet their leaders ears were deaf I am the rain washed or their blood and roused the poppies from their bud to honour all whom fought for good but died before they ever should I am the cross the epitaph the stolen kiss the chance to laugh when young men walked the broken path of anguish and the aftermath I am the note that says beware tread lightly here with tender care for fresh eyed boys with features fair bore arms for you now your weight bare I am the oak with shrapnel scars that guides their souls to waiting stars where commoners prop up the bars toasting their faith with three hoorars
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
1914-18 year old boys