Alexa Allen: We all To see ones dark shadow you must learn your own dark shadows of lies and more. But sometimes you have to really look at yourself in the mirror. Take it slow and look deep into your soul.You'll find that everyone is the same black,white,mentally retarded, and prejusticed. All of us are the same we act mentally retarded sometimes and not even now it. We may act prejustice again something but were still us. We may even be rasist at one time or for the rest of your life but were still all the same people know matter what skin color,looks,fat,skinny,the way your hair is,or faction. Notice how some or shall I say most people judge you by the way you look or even just the way you act. My freinds used to say (you can't judge a book by it's cover. You can only see how much it is or read the summary. But you won't know the whole story intill you read the whole book.) |
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I see you were born 51 years and four days after I was. I think that makes us fellow Aquarians, no? So - what is it that prompted you to follow my writings? I'd like to know if you're willing o share. - | ||
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Alexa Allen: Pain Pain people call it Broken hearts i hear To me it's called Misery, time passes People grow People say They know how you feel Do they or are they lieing People don't know Anything about you feel On less they been in your shoes before. |
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Alexa Allen: Mad at myself Mad at the world Mad at the people Either way it Seems like I blame Myself, fooled me once Broke my heart Now I can't stop The tears travling Down my face Like to waterfalls Falling down my face As I wipe the tears I fall into a Deep sleep I don't wake up People say I died From a broken heart |
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Alexa Allen: Death And see death All I can think Of is my life Death to my life, Death to my failure Death to my hopes, Death to my bravery, Death to my looks, Death to my will of tring, Death to my finger tips Of writing love poems To my loved one Death,Death,Death Is all I see |
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Alexa Allen: Hurt My heart aches Finger tips hurts And can't find tears Not even one Tired of being stupid Waiting for that right shoulder To cry on For someone to care For someone to hear My cries Someone to reach in The blackhole that in And take me away To happy a place |
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