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Plus que tu me méprises Plus que tu me dis des bêtises Plus que tu m’abuses Plus que tu fais des ruses Plus que tu me maudis
How long have I stared into this lightbulb? It’s blinding white has faded and turned into a dull pink. I know it’s still white, and my eyes are simply tiring from the brightness,
I was either too young or too naive too selfish or too needy, But your love was the thing I needed. Never had I loved someone’s eyes,
Cuz you know, why you gotta try? Plenty of people have gone through life not trying or caring so why me? Cuz you know, why you gotta think? I've met plenty of people in my life
I look down and see your name on my phone but I won't stop because  I'm almost home. But little did I know when I got there the house would be full of nothing but despair.
hmm. dumb diddy dumb.  i love rum.  i suck my thumb.  and I just suck. and I call this... poetry.    Seriously? 
I think I made a mistake It's not that I meant to be mean It's just that I wanted the tension to break It was just one little mannerism not meant to be seen She gave me this look
I feel like a mime, doing eye-catching sign language to someone that is legally blind, but hopelessly I'll continue to look,
I was lost in your charm and your mesmerizing eyes
I hate locking my heart away.
who do you think you are you know the extent of my volnerabillity you are aware that i am but a delecate china doll yet you expect me to allow you to hold me 
They go through their motions numbly Like stiff, rickety robots without a care They move through their actions dumbly  Like they could honestly be anywhere Yet here I stand watching them numbly 
Perfection, Caught in a moment so complex that the average mind cannot comprehend such an unexpected necessity.  To lie in arms, embracing what is and doomed never to be. 
I love him, He loves me, But how could I be so dumb? Why can't I see?   This is wrong, But it feels so right, To be in his arms And to hold me tight.  
LN Wildcats don’t need your advice Throwing up hands and rolling the dice If our whack teachers had enough spice Then they wouldn’t be paying the price   Math’s a subject unknown to me
I refuse to pay attention You've proven you know less than I. Any day of the week, let me Teach the class you simply can't.   It's crazy, this process of yours Which leaves students feeling confused.
Teacher, teacher, I have something to say you have a lot of studies but none help you're helpless when it comes to teaching I should know maths, but you aren't helping!  
I am the 420th Super Poet,best believe that I know itnow please pardon me for a moment inhaling smoke might make me blow it.
School was a blur, I wish it were more fun. First Period: I stepped in gum. squish, squash. Second Period: My brain on overload: numb. zzzt, peeeww.
A dream is supposed to be love and keen but a dream deferred can prevent even the craziest dream Will you let color, age or sex defer your dream? or will you trust, believe, love and achieve,
walking out in the after glowthrown about in the drunk beyond,looking for my wandering doglaid out upon the ground. battle scars black and bluescratched up knees -all for you,that fence post did me in.
The thoughts of running myself into a car, or wrapping myself around a tree is automatically followed by that of apathy and then sorrow for even thinking of putting that kind of weight on my parents
Kids are steadily drooping out of school Selling drug, hang in gangs becuase they think it's kind of cool The list of the problems that are wrong with America Will have these kids rolling off into hysteria
Addicted to organization  through words, throughout your thoughts  Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness"  within your fears and your doubts  Addicted to the words that bring you up 
Not trying to impress, Only trying to express, But i digress. Ingest my ideas Regress to a state With no hate Grate my brain to rid it of pain I can't explain O world refrain
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