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I disappeared four years ago. I no longer exist..
to occupy with ones eye is to capture the essence of what one has seen for the world to see.
Gossip is stupid. People need to get a life.
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
Being a peace with yourself as much as is possible.
Poetry | Updated Sep 4, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Inspired by a night of raining and the events that have happened to me over the few weeks...
This story is about a teenager who has always been alone in life, he never had a proper parents love. Edward now has learnt how to kill in an instant without even touching his victims, although he can give life back. Can Edward stop the man ruining his life?
belief er mother lives in anguish, one, two many times
Her soal once lost, it is now paralyzed
My heart aches, wreck less anger resides within me
I shall not fight, it only warrents despair and furry
I grow depressed, but I must not give into fear
We ran away for years and years
By Byron Quinn
A poem of contemplation about the tragic effects of the things that haunt our lives