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Meha Hnatyszyn Dec 2019
As the rain trickles down my window sill,
And through the droplets on the glass,
I could see a little flower,
Trying to survive through the shower.

As the sun shines through my window sill,
And through the rays on the glass,
I could see a little flower,
Who survived the shower.
Alvira Perdita Nov 2017
a wall in a room, covered with
photographs and posters of the past,
faded with the light that seeps through
the everlasting cracks.

perhaps it needs a little love,
perhaps it's only a little faded, broken
and overall somewhat shattered,
but the wall pretends not to notice.
i've been needing to write this for a while
Fairy Sparks Mar 2016
My head is aching as I hear you screaming.
My innocent brain is now full of dirt.
My ear is tired of hearing every swears you've said
My throat is aching every time I try to stop the tear
My heart is always in pain
My soul is full of hatred.
I'm young.
What if I  died tomorrow?
Maybe the pain will go away....
By:Fairy Sparks

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