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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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Blade so thin you don't feel it slice, until it's carving away a piece of you. With every millimeter exposed to air new agonizing pain, as if someone is stabbing a needle into your over and over and over and over, til there is but only your existence and pain, the only sensation left to you. My back grows wet, and my ears are abused by the sickly, almost slurping like sound of my skin leaving my body and his staggered breath. Every downward slice stealing another piece of my innocence, my perceptions, my personality, my being, my soul. By now my underwear are soaked in my blood, and urine runs down my leg. "Momma ain't coming to save to save you boy." And it don't matter how many ways your dad know how to kill he ain't stopping this. By now I can feel the my pant legs sticking to my skin and as every dead leaf crunches I realize that I can't scream anymore and the pathetic cackling calls for mommy are actually coming from my throat. As my shoes puddle up with my blood and my ears are assaulted by the grizzly sound of nothingness I feel the darkness seep into my bones, and as the chill grips me in its sweet embrace I know there is nothing, shall be nothing, and I am created of nothing for my tears dried up long ago.

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The Awakening

Blade so thin you don't feel it slice, until it's carving away a piece of you. With every millimeter exposed to air new agonizing pain, as if someone is stabbing a needle into your over and over and over and over, til there is but only your existence and pain, the only sensation left to you. My back grows wet, and my ears are abused by the sickly, almost slurping like sound of my skin leaving my body and his staggered breath. Every downward slice stealing another piece of my innocence, my perceptions, my personality, my being, my soul. By now my underwear are soaked in my blood, and urine runs down my leg. "Momma ain't coming to save to save you boy." And it don't matter how many ways your dad know how to kill he ain't stopping this. By now I can feel the my pant legs sticking to my skin and as every dead leaf crunches I realize that I can't scream anymore and the pathetic cackling calls for mommy are actually coming from my throat. As my shoes puddle up with my blood and my ears are assaulted by the grizzly sound of nothingness I feel the darkness seep into my bones, and as the chill grips me in its sweet embrace I know there is nothing, shall be nothing, and I am created of nothing for my tears dried up long ago.