Xemel
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O' She wrote and her hands bled, She is Xemel, that's what they said. She played the instrument in her hands, like her soul is tied within the sands. She tried to break her words free, but darkness is all she could see...
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Poetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just that much more torn apart To see me With my sadness open and deep And all my secrets for you to keep Maybe it'll even make you happy These are some dark and sad poems I wrote up. The later ones are about my real life and most of the earlier ones are made up. This is me basically pouring my heart out, so please no hate! - Alexandra #917 in poetry 12/18/14

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