F. U. W. O. Y.

If you read my poems below the gun thingy I may sound depressed. Im not lol. :)..I DONT JUDGE-If I come across as an extremist, I have made myself clear.
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Besties:Umm.. none lolz. aww poor me. Yew could be (here) :]------------------------------------------------------
-----------I love animals and that will not-----
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.......iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..................THE U.S.A.--THE
......iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...ONLY PLACE THAT
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................................ALIEN TO BE---............PRESIDENT!!!
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By your side in the dark is where
you feel the heart beating.
You can see nothing but you
can still sense a smile.
God has sent that angel to be with you
during your time of darkness,
and bring light into your soul.
The wind picks up, the flame
starts to flicker, and it dies.
You are left in the dark, alone,
with nothing but a memory of the
smile that once kept you going.
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When you smile because you miss something that just
means you will see it again. You always hate before you love,
then you usually hate them again. Your face will glow with
happiness...until the light burns out and you are left in the dark..again.
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You feel a cold spot in your heart.
A twisting, painful chill.
It starts to heat up.
It burns the flesh of your heart,
and tears off pieces.
You look down and grip the handle,
and begin to pull.
With the hot steel blade,
comes all the love you had in your heart.
Never pull the knife.
Just deal with the pain.
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The dreams will always be shattering.The bits and pieces fall to the floor with high-ptiched scratchy marks on the surface. When you go to fix the dream, the pointy pieces prick you and blood drips to the floor. The blood is kind of like that one person, no longer with you, but still around. The drops of blood are like guys. You think you need them, but there are soo many better ones waiting to replace them. You are better off letting the dream shatter, than trying to keep what is not right together.
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When the smile slides from your face, and the knife thrusts into your flesh, you feel the eyes watching, screaming, not caring. When the blade slides out, it brings your soul with it, never to be slid back into your heart, and to never keep you away from evil again. They promise they wont hurt you, they gain your trust, they make you thier friend, then they turn and walk, leaving you standing in the darkness, never to be brightened up. When the one person with the candle comes into the dark to stand with you, you know something will happen. They brighten you up. They show you their true felings, then you show your's, and you find their true feelings to be false. They bring you up, then slam you down hard, against the cold ground, and you will never be warmed, because you will never get back up, and the candle has left you, and there is no flame in your heart any more. You are completely gone. Your soul has left you, and you will never see it again.
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You live to fight.
You fight to win.
You win to be free.
You are free to be in control.
You are in control of those who will
soon fight just as you once did.
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If you need the soulution, get
help before the problem cant be fixed.
Once it is no longer able to be fixed,
you will always have to deal with it.
And it may become too much to deal with.
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When they leave, they are
never really gone.
They are stuck in your
mind just like the sad song you
listened to the day before.
There is no way to completely get
rid of the thought of no longer loving them.

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