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The End Of The Road
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Complete, First published Jul 29, 2014
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

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a collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult question: "who am i?" putting yourself, your true self, out there is terrifying. you feel completely exposed. naked. but here i am. and this is me. completely exposed for you to see the reality of me. disclaimer: does include some mature topics that may be triggering for some but none of it is graphic. (this may include mentions of sex, self harm, abusive relationships, death, gender dysphoria, and drugs)