The scratches and bites,
Nothing I can do,
One things for sure,
Is that death awaits.
-sylvia
Thoughts
Table of contents-
Thoughts
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Control
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Love
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Cold
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Will it haunt you?
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Questions
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Is it okay?
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Aching
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Ugly
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Poems
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Lonely
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Anxiety
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Depressed
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Interrogations
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Will you be okay
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Done
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Sleep
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Sea
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Your words
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Loud
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Scared
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Broken Promises
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Petty
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Noises
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The future
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My words
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Problems
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Sad
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Lies
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Sexuality
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Betrayal
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Rebound
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Cheater
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Love poem for Jane
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The troll
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The lonely worm
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Gay
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In love
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For him
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Ticking
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Coward
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Cycle
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Mankind
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Addiction
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Mystery Man
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Cloud Nine
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Don't Die
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Let Go
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Normal
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Used
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Daddy
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Daydream
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Explosive
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Brat
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Motivation
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Quick Sand
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Trauma
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If my childhood was different
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My Little Dove
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Bestfriends
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Betrayal x2
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Letting Go
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My dear friend
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How you broke me
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Its so hard
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Compulsive Liar
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Now I Know
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