thetryhardWhisper

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000Idle, idle, idle / All time is free time. / Empty, empty, empty / I spilled my life by accident. / V
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Jul 23, 2014
A Haiku I Wrote at 3 AM.This bed, though twin-sized, / is still too big and too cold / without you in it.
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Dec 10, 2012
Ahem:Were they such fragile hands as these, those that built all this? / How did they find their way to s
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Jan 9, 2015
All Four ChambersI'm supposed to spend my whole life waiting / for love's embrace to come and save me. / Who can tell
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May 23, 2013
a modest observationMy cat's name is Zachary Binx, and I know for a fact he could kick my ass in a fight. His claws are
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May 1, 2015
Anchors.I want to write something to fix me. / I want to write something to heal my wounds, to hide my scars
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Oct 31, 2012
Another Drunken RantThe consciousness and the being are two separate entities. When the consciousness falls in love with
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Dec 2, 2012
A *Poet*Will I always wish I were dead? / When I am dead, what will I wish then? Will I still dream? / Will
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Nov 17, 2015
Autumn's Battle CryThis time I will fight with friction; / WinterFear is no affliction. / Ready or not, you frigid bast
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Sep 13, 2014
Beauty?I tire / Of the perfect: / Of the flawless, / The azure, / The quiet, / The pastoral. / I tire of su
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Oct 26, 2012
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