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#200
I thank the Lord Jesus Christ for The goodness in my life and I cherish him in my heart And I smile so bright Praying to him every night And he guide's me home Safe and warm sheltered From the evil coronavirus storm And the lord Jesus Christ Is my beautiful gift to our life And all the blessings in my life And his peace and love every day And I am so very grateful today To have the Lord Jesus Christ In my heart every day.
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Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
Lord Jesus Christ
Thank you!!??! I'm so happy.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
Note 200:
200 words. What a milestone. There are people with thousands of words published. On this site. On other sites. In books. Those books that were never recognized. Those poor authors never got recognition for their works. They worked so hard. They tried so hard. All for nothing. Did they ever try again? Why would they? It could just end up the same way. No one will care. They'll regret their choices. They'll wish for something better. Their wish won't be answered. At least, I think so. Maybe it went a different route. Maybe they did try again. Maybe they succeeded. Maybe- Maybe they didn't. Nothing will be enough. No one will recognize your work. Don't even try it. Pathetic.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
200
A suitcase was drinking cold drinks by using a bio degradable straw not taking times 200 years to compost. The human baby was actually drinking it inside a smart suitcase. That baby is gene edited baby who can drink cold drinks in one months also. That suitcase was following her mother by artificial intelligence and small camera. That mother was a half robot and half human being.
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
Cold drinks and One Month Baby
Half a book, half a book half a book onward Into the valley of copyright wrote the 200 Publishers to the left of them Publishers to the right and behind Searching for literary gems The critique so harsh, and so unkind Half a book, half a book half a book onward Deep into the valley of copyright wrote the 200 No mind the toll and spirit beaten down Publishers patrols demanding type on time Ever toil the artists for the imaginary crown A promising of fame, a fabled best seller climb Half a book, half a book half a book onward Deeper into the valley of copyright wrote the 200 Riches and fortune all dream of in each and every line and write crafted with feelings and with love never shying from the fight Half a book, half a book half a book forward Into the hell of copyright wrote the 200
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
The 200 (God forgive me Lord Tennyson) :D
Remember this... You are the reason for countless, sleepless nights where I lay awake wondering what light you would bring. You are the reason I had no imagination, believing that no one could fill the gaps and why each day came with a sting. Unknown to me, who you were going to be. You sang to me, so sweet! You make my dreams weep with joy and sadness. Unknown to me, you were everything or nothing. Someone to depend on or destroy. I've torn you down but you stand with me in the mess. You helped me through everything, good and bad,  through my darkest moments when self-harm and suicide didn't seem so bad. You expected it back in return but when I couldn't live up, you didn't leave you stayed because you knew you were the only thing that made me glad. This is for you, whoever you are, thanks for being there. I know I don't say it much but I don't know what I'd do without you. This is for you,  because I know you are truly willing to forgive me and I cannot repay that or even begin to. Just remember I wrote this for you.
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
For The Unknown Person In My Future (200th poem)
They think I suffer From but one affliction; But I enjoy it.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
200
I would just like to announce that today I am officially two hundred days clean from cutting! :D
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
*Not a poem*
feeble ribs caressing porcelain   hearts ink dipped tongue every word he uttered was poetry she painted him with hues of gray leaving a piece of her crumbling soul in each stroke his sleepless nights spent with pencil smudged fingers trying to find the words to describe her they were 2:00 am lovers with blemished hearts trying to find love in each other ~ am
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
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