personality
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Loving them at the last Was like crawling over broken glass. Working our way on bended knees Attached to them we beg and plead. I knew of such a soul so well In the darkness she did dwell, Caught in the weakness of despair Her tears and pain I heard in there. In the shadow…
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Their love was one of barbed wire Tangled up in steel and spikes, Each move they made tore at their flesh Excruciating in every step. They bound themselves in this painful love Thinking they wanted each other oh so much, But their love tore and ripped at their flesh And left them with wounds and…
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I write to let creativity out I write so that I may shout aloud, A message of peace, love and compassion Coming from my soul just not as a fashion. I write in hope of frienship and connection to like minded souls travelling in the same direction, Of righteousness and equality And aspiring to see…
fauxcroft 