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The tree of life has a secret, but it won't tell. As for me, like the back

Of my hand I know the tree. When a leaf from the tree fell, it is because a lost soul had dissappeared into hell.

To the one I loved I lied. Now that I told the truth, part of me has died. What if he never again talk to me? Well I guess I'll have to wait and see.

My name's deadwolv killa. If you mess with me I'll kill ya.I don't carry a gun cause blowin off yo heads no fun.But if you ain't nice,I'll use my knives to slice and dice.I'll cut ya, I'll gut ya.With slashes and gashes,I'll throw yo remains in the ashes.BURN!

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dabbler
20:09 Feb 13 2013

See I told you your transparent.

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Oh how the water calls to me like a dear old friend, for what reason I cannot tell. When the raindrops touch my skin, I feel more alive then I've ever been. For what reason I cannot tell. When the ocean waves goodbye deep down inside I want to cry. For what reason I cannot tell. To the running waters of the earth ,my love I do send. For what reason I dare not tell.

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krystal
17:07 Oct 12 2012

The reason I cannot tell why I love the water so much is because I have actually drowned three times in my life so far. Its a miracle I survived any of them.

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The thrashing waters of the sea,and the pouring pounding rain,is not but the tears that were cried by she. The lonelyness you feel at night is not but the destruction of her souls light. The dry hot deserts of which the vultures soar is not but the realization that she could cry no more

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krystal
23:04 Oct 10 2012

I am krystal the author of this poem,and it is about me a few years ago

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Child of the fire,dancing in the flame.can you see her now,she and the darkness are one and the same.she moves with grace and lonelyness when she takes a bow.and though she's slowly dying deep inside,there's sparks in her eyes,a smile on her face.so from the world her misery she'll hide.child of the fire,dancing in the fire flames.can you see her now?she and the darkness are one and the same.she moved with grace and lonelyness when she took her finnal bow.

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krystal
22:31 Oct 10 2012

I am krystal, the author of this poem.and yes it is about suicide.

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