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Undead Soul by punkerdunk12, literature

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Undead Soul

She can't seem to sit down without her bones smashing her insides. Imagine that, never being able to get comfortable in your own bed. Struggling to breathe every waking moment; Sometimes worse than others. Lots of people die. Every single day. Do they know they are dying before it happens? Sometimes, I suppose. And she knew. She knew she was gone before it ever happened.. Before she died, that is. I trust in my gut feelings. Not everybody believes in things such as motherly instincts or superstitions.. But I do.. This girl, well, she didn't really believe in her death. I know, everyone dies eventually, and t

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Words in the Sky by AdrianCrowe, literature

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Words in the Sky

I want to write words in the sky then watch them rain down Destroying everything. I want to let the words fall upon you and crush you. Every letter of anguish, hurt and 'I love you's' piercing through you letting you bleed out every lie you ever told me. "I want to corrupt something" I never knew you meant me I guess I should feel honored You never treated anyone like you tortured me. At least I'm capable of the worst kind of attention. At least you cared enough to put me in your sadistic lil' game. At least you thought of me if only while thrusting into her. I want to write every last beautiful thing about you. I wan

Too Much by AdrianCrowe, literature

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Too Much

He apologizes for talking too much but I batter him with questions I want to know everything. He's scared like I might not love him "How can you possibly still love me" he asks "if I tell you everything?" 'It's funny' As I hum and play with his hair to comfort him, I'm thinking 'I know exactly how he feels' But I sing, and caress him. "You'll never talk too much" I'm scared that he'll get too scared. I fear the day when he stops talking. Talking to me to God to anyone. I'm scared he'll think I know too much And don't love enough

Lest by AdrianCrowe, literature

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Lest

I love to be loved, I love to love less. Are we not but two kindred souls yearning for one another's affection but only to love the other half-heartedly Seeming to Skit by on the the thought of our own wit? Like spreading the legs of some worn down slut? I want to be admired, Not to admire. I want to mark my footsteps as I take them. Lest another great moment in history be forgotten. I am Man. And I Am Selfish.