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My Poetry de AngelFromDemon
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This is just a book of all my poetry I have written over the past few years. Hope you enjoy
Roses are Red de allthechemicals
allthechemicals
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'Roses are red...' How would you finish the statement? I know how I would.
Time and other poems de CloeliaLupus
CloeliaLupus
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Title says it all
Random Shiet de walkthelonelyroad
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яσѕєѕ αяє яє∂ нєяє’ѕ ѕσмєтнιηg ηєω, νισℓєтѕ αяє νισℓєт ησт ƒυcкιηg вℓυє
My Poems de icekarime
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#MexicanProblems de Matthew_Daniells
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Problems Mexicans Have To Go Thru
Infliction(pt.1) de ReadMySh1t
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Don't worry things will turn around in part 2!
Set Fire To The Rain(DON'T READ... YET) de SpongebabeSquareskrt
SpongebabeSquareskrt
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If you're expecting a love-filled romance with flowers and berries, either go fuck yourself or wake up. Cause this ain't a fairy tale. This is reality. Let me just tell you that out there, it's a cruel world. You have to fight to keep standing. You can be the queen rocking on the top of the world or be like those weak pathetic losers kissing the ground. And just to let you know, I'm sure as hell I don't belong in the latter. You see, I'm not your average seventeen-year old girl who gossips 24/7 or goes shopping with their friends on Saturdays or drools over a guy every minute of the day. First of all, I don't talk about other people. THEY talk about me. Second, shopping isn't really my forte. Third, THEY do the drooling. I don't. I bitch. I snap. I snarl. I fuck and go, doing as I please. Some guys lust after me. Some girls are jealous of me. Others think I'm cool. And really, I don't give two shits about it. But little by little, I change. And I don't know why. Or maybe. . . I do. My name is Skye Evans. And this? Is my fucking awesome life! *A very big thank you to REDLIPSTICK77 for the amazing cover! <3
Don't Be Afraid de kdissorad
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Rule #1: Never be alone, have someone always with you, no matter where you are. Rule #2: Don't acknowledged their presence or you'll give them the satisfaction of them scaring you. Rule #3: Always, and I mean Always have a crucifix with you no matter where you are. Rule #4: Pray every night, every day, when you eat, and when you sleep. Keep faith. Rule #5: Don't let them get to you. They'll destroy your sanity and everything you believe in. They'll break you down until you're nothing. Rule #6: Lastly, don't be afraid. ***EDITING IN PROCESS (IGNORE THE 'EDITED' THING AT THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTERS, THE ONLY CHAPTERS I HAVE EDITED ARE ONE AND TWO)***
Bedtime (Watty Awards 2012) de MichaelWhitehouse6
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"The most frightening story I have ever read", "Terrifying", "I never want to sleep alone again", "The first time I have read a story which has made my heart race", "Brilliantly written", "Honestly the most gripping story I've read in a long time, from the very first line to the very last. I think everyone that read this can say this is in their list of worst fears.", "This was utterly brilliant. Terrifying and compelling all the way through.", "You made me want to burn my bed and run". - Reddit Users An account of the most horrifying experience I have ever had. I was a child at the time, but only now do I feel safe enough to even speak of what occurred, during the night, at bedtime. In the darkness something lurked. God help me if it was all real.