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It sits there on my desk,
I reach out and grab it,
failing every time,
it is so close,
yet I still fail.
the torment sweeps in me
making me struggle till I die.
my soul will not hold on,
I will fall to the ground,
and suffer.
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As I walk across the field,
I see fresh dead corpuses,
that just died moments before I walk here,
I feel that the enemy in around,
waiting to kill me,
I walk quicker,
until I reach the end of the field
when I look back,
the corpuses are no longer their.
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i wrote these two poems. i have alot of other stuff.
I reach out and grab it,
failing every time,
it is so close,
yet I still fail.
the torment sweeps in me
making me struggle till I die.
my soul will not hold on,
I will fall to the ground,
and suffer.
****************************************
As I walk across the field,
I see fresh dead corpuses,
that just died moments before I walk here,
I feel that the enemy in around,
waiting to kill me,
I walk quicker,
until I reach the end of the field
when I look back,
the corpuses are no longer their.
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i wrote these two poems. i have alot of other stuff.