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                   The cross
                   Upon whi
                   Ch my life
                   Got saved
Nailed and crucified for my salv
Ation,I still wonder why becaus
E I don't think I deserve that m
                    Uch sacrif
                    Ice but I r
                    Ealise it w
                    As    grace
                    That made
                    Me worthy
                    Of such gr
                    Eat love an
                    D favour.I;
                    shall forev
                    er rejoice.
One step at a time.
 Dec 2015 kenny Diamond
Anggita
I might not be the same girl like all those girls you've dated before. I don't dress like others. I have no common taste. I talk thoughtfully. I choose words wisely.

You might not be the first one I have adored. Yet all this time I've been relying on plain amazement of loving without being loved in return. No one has intension to love me.

I am so melancholic. I spent my teenage phase being suicidal. My 16 to 19 times I spent beint attempted to die. I am not afraid of bloods that burst out from my wrist. I don't mind spending days just for crying.

I used to be the outspoken one. But life has its ups and downs and eventually it changed me a lot. I guess I was born to suffer not to survive. That's why I became depressed all the time.

Dear, you know I care or not at all. You've tried nothing, I am just falling. And the more I fall, the more I'm afraid of getting the unbearable pain I can't fathom.

I'm not ready to be drowned once more, crying all my tears away, shouting and yelling to the silence, pulling down my sadness to the utmost.

Dear, I'm just not ready for this. I get myself wrong. Shall I tune a farewell and say good bye all along?
 Dec 2015 kenny Diamond
Alisha
A search party was thrown
for her brain had wandered off,
to a horrible location
at which she thought they would scoff

The search party continued
but from them, she decided to hide
and out of fear of judgment,
she repressed and she lied

She hid from the search party,
believing their search to be futile:
surely they couldn't summon her misplaced brain
with the aid of a stranger's file

The search party found her when she was fifteen
and helped her find her way home
and after years of hiding,
she no longer felt alone

The search party was called off when she was sixteen
because their search was once again futile,
this time because it was no longer needed
and hadn't been for a while.
 Dec 2015 kenny Diamond
Bunhead17
Thank you  to the 160 followers.
You guys are great people and poets!
Thanks for all the likes, comments, and repost
Keep them coming.
I need a least 300 followers before January 1st 2016
so help me gain please and thank you
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 Dec 2015 kenny Diamond
Bunhead17
Mr. Serial lover
I wish you mother loved you like I could've,
that way you would've known how to love a women.
Mr. Conditional lover
I wish your father would've stayed.
I wish you never promised things...
that never did come true.
Mr. Right*
So you like going around breaking hearts,
just to see whats inside.
You will never know a good thing
                   ........................
Mr wrong.
 Dec 2015 kenny Diamond
Bunhead17
A need to listen to music all the time.
Thats me.
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