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By: Tyree Jackson
12 years 11 months ago
I'm late, I'm late, I'm running very late; even the white rabbit is far ahead of me. Pacing with anxiety,
12 years 11 months ago
You can hear the blood-curdling screams yet they're silent. You see the cries of the afflicted women,
12 years 11 months ago
This is word therapy A release of emotions on paper to help me cope with the internal conflicts in my mind
12 years 11 months ago
I was acting out habits, I didn't even know I had Moved down here and ran smack dab into them
12 years 11 months ago
I am a teen They think it’s so easy We can do whatever we want No boundaries No rules No cares
12 years 11 months ago
I've been told, sometimes you have to see the good in the things that have hurt you the most But it's painful
12 years 11 months ago
Melancholy spasms with a trace of the Blues I'm sick for you No anecdote to cure this spell
12 years 11 months ago
Honesty rhymes with hypocrisy Which is a mockery, so like time if you have to--Dock me Because I am guilty of word play
12 years 11 months ago
Possibly destroying my own future But I can't bear to see those faces. If running from the people
12 years 11 months ago

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