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I have nothing else in this world But what's inside my head All the pain, emotion and thoughts Of the my loved ones, dead   But I know writing wont bring them back.
  I approach poetry as a teenager approaching the first date, as a 12th grader approaching the SATs, as a spelling bee-er approaching a word she's never known
I. In a web of lies Trapped in the very center Did a young girl rest. II. Did she know her doom? The Spider was approaching fast Escape seemed futile. III. Her name had been lost
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
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