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It dries me up inside

This feeling I can not hide

Empty with something there

And I wish not to care

Feeling alone with everyone here

Shut off from it all allthough they are near

Shouting out inside of my head

And no one can hear cause my voice has gone dead

I dislike your presence

I want you away

You are just a menace

And come what may

I will never make it with you around

Cause you have tied me and now I am bound

I can´t be happy while hearing your voice

Truly can I never shout and rejoice

Cause all day long there is one thing I hear

Loud, screaming noises that I can not bear

Get the h*** out with your feelings and mess

Cause if you don´t, well I´ll let you guess

I´ll never survive and I´ll never be me

Cause with your presence I´ll never be free

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My personal favourite is My Last Duchess by Robert Browning


That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,

Looking as if she were alive. I call

That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands

Worked busily a day, and there she stands.

Will't please you sit and look at her? I said

"Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read

Strangers like you that pictured countenance,

The depth and passion of its earnest glance,

But to myselfthey turned (since none puts by

The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)

And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,

How such a glance came there; so, not the first

Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not

Her husband's presence only, called that spot

Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps

Frà Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps

Over my Lady's wrist too much," or "Paint

Must never hope to reproduce the faint

Half-flush that dies along her throat": such stuff

Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough

For calling up that spot of joy. She had

A heart — how shall I say? — too soon made glad,

Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er

She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.

Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast,

The dropping of the daylight in the West,

The bough of cherries some officious fool

Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule

She rode with round the terrace — all and each

Would draw from her alike the approving speech,

Or blush, at least. She thanked men, — good! but thanked

Somehow — I know not how — as if she ranked

My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name

With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame

This sort of trifling? Even had you skill

In speech — (which I have not) — to make your will

Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this

Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,

Or there exceed the mark" — and if she let

Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set

Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,

--E'en then would be some stooping, and I choose

Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,

Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without

Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;

Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands

As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet

The company below, then. I repeat,

The Count your master's known munificence

Is ample warrant that no just pretence

Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;

Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed

At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go

Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,

Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,

Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!

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Know you are not alone,

when all of our hope dies

Know you are not alone,

take comfort in my cries.

Nothing can last forever,

And though we’re in this world apart,

We can share this moment,

as we lose a little piece of our hearts.

We are one in this,

in this love we shared.

Yes, we are one,

and joined as one we cared.

We are one in this,

Never feel it is wrong,

We are together in this,

even when all of our hope is gone

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By Jessica Meee

I call your name

you don't answer

I make you coffee

you don't reply with the simple word

'thank you'

I come in wih curly hair,

A low-cut top,


Guys hit on me,

I turn them down,

I see your eyes on me,

You act as if your looking around,

finally the guys leave,

You approach me,

I simply walk away,

and show you what you could have had,

I realise that,

I will NEVER be 'that' special girl,

But ALWAYS your lover in disguise..

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