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Is death the end to everything?
A sad song we all must sing?
A broken instrument we all must face,
with broken notes we cannot place.
So out of tune we all must fear,
this hopeless song we all must hear.
Maybe we have no reason to fret,
for death might be a wondrous quartet.
It could be a beautiful dance,
this grand once in a lifetime chance.
Perhaps when one listens close,
and lets oneself become engrossed.
This song that we all will sing,
could possibly be the most beautiful thing.
A sad song we all must sing?
A broken instrument we all must face,
with broken notes we cannot place.
So out of tune we all must fear,
this hopeless song we all must hear.
Maybe we have no reason to fret,
for death might be a wondrous quartet.
It could be a beautiful dance,
this grand once in a lifetime chance.
Perhaps when one listens close,
and lets oneself become engrossed.
This song that we all will sing,
could possibly be the most beautiful thing.
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Death.
It took some time
To convince myself
That you don't exist.
The laughter,
The anger,
The sadness that secretly consumed you.
Everything that made you,
Doesn't exist.
The fear in your eyes,
The cuts on your body,
Hands clenched, gasping for air while
The drugs soared through your veins;
The hospital,
The funeral,
The burial…
All of that was real?
The smile that could span miles,
The glazed eyes that told so many stories,
The creative mind that once captivated the world
…doesn't exist.
And all that's left are the memories
That torture, consume and, on occasion,
Bring joy to my mind.
It's all surreal
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I don't believe in words .
You are the brightest star of my galaxy and I am
a faded moon that only shines as much as you want it to.
And I hurry at the slightest indication of an us
but I just never seem to get any closer.
So I'll take the u out of us
and all that will remain will be
Seeds that had never grown into a rose that I once wished for.
That I still long for.
Because this rose that I tried to nurture,
it had more thorns than
heart-shaped petals.
Because if I looked closer I'd see the horns on your head
and a malicious fire in your eyes.
And the t remains for touches that I never recieved,
the tales you never told me,
the truth you've always kept
Literature
Broken Mirror
I am not,
What you see,
Although you may indeed,
Choose not to believe
I am a fabrication,
Built to make you smile,
Cleverly crafted,
So you don't know that I lie
I am not,
As strong as I seem,
And it is not laughter,
That in my eyes gleams
I am a tale of woe,
And one of sorrow,
So weak that I can't lead,
I can only follow
I am not as whole,
On the inside as out,
I am full of misery,
And so full of doubt
I am nothing more than illusion,
A master of it, I am,
I hope that you don't notice,
I don't expect you to understand
Pieces, big ones and small,
Force me to my knees,
Again and again,
Force me to crawl
Spidery
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WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if you copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow.You will either get kissed or asked out, if you break this chain u will see a little dead girl in you