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A Woman To Die ForI would die for the warmth of her next to me, snuggled so close, so firm; Her hair glowing in the shifting pale light of the tv, teasingly peeking out of the dark like a three-year-old angel playin' peek-a-boo; A smile that eclipses the world, laughter that heals the deepest of wounds, velvet skin, a melting touch:
A woman To die for
Her hair gently tickles my chest, her heavy breath, deep with sleep, caresses.
I dare not move, dare not disturb, not the slightest; if only forever, if only for a moment, my life for her peace.
No words, no sounds, no art; nothing comes close, nothing can touch; no prayer, no God, not even, not ever.
I Was The ChildI was the child born into a world of hate.
I was the child tormented by his fate.
I was the child you tortured and abused.
I was the child that everyone used.
I was the child who was always played.
The child who befriended a razor blade.
I was the child who was always depressed.
I was the child always wishing to be dead.
I was the child was bullied and teased.
The child who was beaten till he fell on his knees.
I was the child who picked up a knife.
I was the child who ended his life.
I am the child you buried last night.
The child who's face will haunt you every night.
I was the child born into a world of hate.
I was the child
Emo BoyEmo boy, all alone.
Pretty girl, always on the phone.
Ugly girl, who hates her looks.
Clever girl, with her nose in her books.
Fat girl always wanting food.
Gangster boy, always trying to act rude.
Chav girl, so impressed by her voice.
Gay boy, who likes other boys.
Emo boy, don't end your life.
Gangster boy, just put down the knife.
Gay boy, it'll be alright.
Fat girl, you don't have to diet.
Ugly girl, you look just fine.
Chav girl, please don't waste my time.
Pretty girl, you've got a spot.
Clever girl, some say you're hot.
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