the last poem I wrote bree i science
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Everything I am
Everything I want
u are all I’m thinking of
Sitting on the floor
Two feet out the door
You’re all I’m searching for
And even in the darkness of the night
Through the fires arising from hell
You’ll be my light
My protection
Everything I want
Everything I feel
u are all I feel it for
Singing every verse
Trying to find the words
To tell u how I love u now
And even though we are apart
Separated door borders
I’ll be with you
Everything I feel
Everything I say
u are always in my mind
Holding u in my arms
Keeping u from harms
Protecting u from life
And even through the storms
Through the blackest blasphemy
u will always mean everything to me
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Everything I am
Everything I want
u are all I’m thinking of
Sitting on the floor
Two feet out the door
You’re all I’m searching for
And even in the darkness of the night
Through the fires arising from hell
You’ll be my light
My protection
Everything I want
Everything I feel
u are all I feel it for
Singing every verse
Trying to find the words
To tell u how I love u now
And even though we are apart
Separated door borders
I’ll be with you
Everything I feel
Everything I say
u are always in my mind
Holding u in my arms
Keeping u from harms
Protecting u from life
And even through the storms
Through the blackest blasphemy
u will always mean everything to me
I found some stuff in her writing notebook, and I think its great. So in her honor here is some stuff...**I did not write any of this credit goes to IsabellaMCullen**
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I was raised in a loving home,
but all I was gegeven was broken love.
I went to a small caring school,
but all I got were, broken bones, bruises, bumps, and an escort out.
I lived in a caring community,
but all I saw was tampered judgements, murder, lies, and pure hatred.
I grew up in a life loving town,
but I attended meer funerals than birthday parties.
I have come to terms with all of these things,
but there is one thing I have yet to get past...
I have always put my belief into everyone else around me.
So why have u yet to believe in me?
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"Every 16 minuten in the U.S. someone dies from suicide...
And every 17 minuten someone is left to make sense of it..."
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I was raised in a loving home,
but all I was gegeven was broken love.
I went to a small caring school,
but all I got were, broken bones, bruises, bumps, and an escort out.
I lived in a caring community,
but all I saw was tampered judgements, murder, lies, and pure hatred.
I grew up in a life loving town,
but I attended meer funerals than birthday parties.
I have come to terms with all of these things,
but there is one thing I have yet to get past...
I have always put my belief into everyone else around me.
So why have u yet to believe in me?
*~*
"Every 16 minuten in the U.S. someone dies from suicide...
And every 17 minuten someone is left to make sense of it..."