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statue
It's dark. There isn't anyone around for miles. She sees a statue hidden beyond the trees. It's beautiful. It's alone, like her.
deliberate
It was an accident She didn't do it on purpose She wouldn't have She couldn't have She would have told me She would have said She wasn't okay She told someone else She went away It wasn't an accident
pepper
He sings a song called "Chili Pepper" It's about a girl he loves. And it's cute.
divider
What does it take to overcome a feeling a being this numb? A feeling that isn't a feeling at all But more of a cycle A burden A fall
bluegrass
The twang in his voice was just one thing I never got used to Or tired of He'd read his poetry out loud While we sat on his porch The one with the tin roof Listening to the rain and sharing a cigarette. He always had that bluegrass drawl And that southern twang And I'll never forget the way his voice sounded When he rattled off those rhymes and stole my heart in the process
homeless
Sleeping in a ditch isn't so bad... Having no home isn't so bad Wandering from place to place really isn't so bad..... It's the looks I get from people The whispers from parents "Oh don't go near that man" The assumption that I'm somehow more dangerous More likely to strike When in reality, I am more docile than most Of the people that you have running the show The ones who took my home and my freedom away. That's what is bad about being homeless.
smudge
Her eyeliner was smudged just a little bit. It was nothing noticeable to most people..... but I have a habit of studying her every detail. Everything about her is just so stunning to me.
withered
Withered was her soul, Red, bloodshot, her eyes That smile... it wasn't real. I could tell.... And the way she tugged at her long sleeves Making certain that they didn't slide up She hid something....
lamb
Hush now, my little lamb Don't cry anymore You see, I'm almost done It's time to be quiet now And stop that screaming Because you're almost complete My darling, I'm finished And you've begun to grow cold But I'll love you like this As I did when you weren't mine Your blushing cheeks have lost their tint The rose colour replaced porcelain As the blood left your face and slipped Oh, so gracefully Onto my floor. My angel, you've stopped breathing With those last few breaths you took You became even more beautiful Now I can't imagine my life without you And, now, I won't have to. I love you so, my little lamb.
grasped
he grasped my wrist and pulled me close to him. "why....? why would you do this to yourself?" my blood was smeared on his t-shirt and all I could think about was that his shirt would be ruined...... and it would just be one more thing that got messed up because of me.
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