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What are you doing on Friday? Would you like to hold my hand and walk by the river? Would you like to cradle a bottle of wine and a whole box of ritz crackers?
I spent so many years, Doing nothing but crying. But now I'm out of tears, All despite my trying. Not because I've overcome fears, But because my soul is dying. As the light draws near,
where do we fit?how can we squeeze?is there more to it or to the universe are we just a sneeze?   I often wonder how often other people pout on the pretty
Enlarge your vision … and You can achieve whatever You put Your mind to ..   increase Your confidence .. inside You are untapped potentials ..   Your dreams can definitely come true ..
  Do not try to invade my thoughts; my cross is too heavy to bear... Just listen when I need to express them, & I will make you fully aware!   Ill let you into my life, and all to me that is real; I will open up my heart and tell you how I...
Why am I so hung up on a stupid message It's nothing I'm nothing At least to him... But what if we did Look each other in the eyes Remember each other at night
A growing voice inside my head; the essence of me.  You were my only nightmare, yet the only person I wanted to see.  I could not wait to meet you, for I never have before. 
Sitting with idle hands While a busy mind sits on my shoulders It's polarizing its thoughts None of which being what is All being what was and can be Now back to the crossroad
carry on through the rain when the storm doesn't cease to pound  ravenously on your bare back in the middle of nowhere   carry your head high  when ropes from hell tie themselves to your chin
he sits in the shower pools of blood at his sides  the water washing away his tears along with the crimson liquid pouring from his wrists. he hates who he is. a disappointments a fuck up
In my house enjoying a fine day, smoking cannabis, harming no one and nor, am I doing anything wrong, but yet it is a crime, and to this I say, end this war.   Medicine for everybody including children,
You move on to greener pastures.
​Mirror on the wall
blistered skin, that whispers flayed. my life, a cage, to which I'm chained. Haunting voices, following close, the creeping utterances, my subtle foe. feet trimmed by velvet,
Don't you talk to me. Are you sure that you can teach? This class makes me sleep.
Oh, teachers, how you are skilled in boring The normal, average, local students Who keep on searching, always exploring For a teacher with the greatest prudence   Students today are looking for a purpose
I look in the mirror and see many faces.I see the face of a seventeen year old girl,Shoulder length brown hair and circles under her eyes.Wipe off the mirror with your sleeve,and you’ll see something more.
Throught life you have to take decision and whether its positive or   negative, life goes on
It’s summertime and everyone’s free Taking life easy and drinking sweet tea Hearts being broken yeah it’s the season Girls dropping boys for no apparent reason Boys leaving girls
Broken Ones You’ve been covered by black A sadness that surrounds you You’ve been laced in pain You’re helpless to free yourself You’ve been sitting in doubt If you feel like you don’t belong
In order to move on forward Something has to be left behind...
Strength is being weak, but continuing to walk. It’s carrying on when everyone says you don’t have to. It’s stepping up to the plate, standing up to the man, and buckling down when times get rough.
My heart no longer smiles the way it use to It just sits there and stifles The feelings that it really wants to let out It holds back and waits Unwilling to express itself out of the anxiety
It been a while Since I’ve seen you A while Since I’ve touched you A minute Since I’ve missed you A day Since I’ve needed you Time has changed Who we were And has given me
FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! Black America has been inspired By these words from the past But are we truly free? This question puzzles me? When our fellow brothers and sisters
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