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		Some times i would like to go away somewhere 
	sucluded and write poetry all day long, but it doesn't
 	work like that. Poetry is not planned. nor is it forced
	Poetry is a vision that should be shared. so with that:
				- Let the poetry flow

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	Escape
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	Stabbing flashes of pain
	Love is all that keeps me sane
	All I ever wanted is to live
	All you ever did was lie
	Now all I ever do is die

	I just want to escape, thats all
	Get away from here
	Live without fear
	Fear of things to come
	Of myself and everyone

	-Shadow Wolf


	 Suicidal Thoughts
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	 I slit my wrists
	 And watch them bleed 
	 As I fall on my knees
	 Wanting to die
	 Burning inside
	 I can't control this hate I feel
	 It's so fake it's real
	 It's all a blur now
	 Death is what I will allow 
	 I'm hoping and praying     
	 They will find me laying   
	 Laying here dead, In my bed
	 Then they will finally know
	 The suicidal thoughts  
	 Running through my head
	
	 -LuvxFreak69
   
   
   
	You

	you are the flower of my secret
	but who are you?

	nny


	Drowning for You

	and here I sit in my sinking lifeboat   
	patiently waiting for you to rescue me  
	but you drift off in the other direction
	and when I panic and swim towards you
	my waves push you even farther away
	leaving me to drown in your wake
	and so it is that I am cursed to float
	     aimlessly in your ocean of love
	no more direction, no more soul to guide me
	but I will not drift forever
	for one day I will sink to the bottom
	never to return

	-InVerse



	still frame life

	lively animation of still frame life
	unfocused anticipation,
	        for the personification
	                of the culmination of times past
	face the hardship as a soldier   
	        facing his shadow knowing
	                it is only the harbinger of ill times

	mea culpa



	Addict

	Wake up shaking, in a cold sweat
	the addiction of mine, keeps me in debt
	searching in dumpsters, with hope of supply
	keeping me going, rolling on a high
	i need more memory, i need more speed
	hanging around the university following a lead
	the score is big, I'm glowing with pride
	back to my room in the dark i hide
	with the upgrade of speed, my mind is aglow
	processing faster, keeping up with the flow
	this addiction of mine can be fun
	what would be better is scoring a T1

	blaise


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