Best Attatched Poems

i dont hate you, i dont dislike you,
i love you, but lately all we do is fight,
i wish we would have never started high school, all it causes is strife,
its pushed us apart, were no longer attatched at the heart,
im getting so tired of praying...

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You'll never fully know,

the pain I must endure.

You say you don't care,

but in your heart,

I know you do.

You act like I'm not even there,

but in reality, i'm standing right next to you.

You laugh and tell jokes

that are only funny to you.

I hope that one day...

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WHILE MY EYES ARE SHUT,MY HEART IS UNBOUND,PURE KNOWLEDGE IS DEVELOPING,AS I WALK TO THE SHORES OF GHOSTLY REGRETS I FIND MY FAITH IS QUESTIONING THE SONG OF ANOTHER SPIRIT.
AS I SIT HERE AND KNEEL IN FALSE CHARM, THE NIGHT ONCE AGAIN REMEMBERS HER STORY......

WHEN...

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A friend is not necessarily attatched to a soul
Because a friend's heart is as black as coal
Friends are close enemies he said
I never knew it would be the reason he is dead
His best friend betrayed him many times
He wouldn't know because of her crimes
The day...

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as walls close in 
i gasp for air, for my soul to stay attatched
waiting for someone to come back
someone to set me free
from these walls tightening my body
as walls close in
my bones crush into a million pieces
scream and scream but no one's listening
i'm distracted from...

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yeah the first is always the worst! especially if he doesnt respect ur feelings and 
does something like that..a way around it..and trust me IT WORKS AMAZING..and 
drives the guys wild
dont show them ur attatched..like hang out n blah blah..u can even let them in...

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You take my high, and you turn it around
You see my smile, and smash it to the ground
My happiness is turned upside down
In your despair I wallow and drown
You could turn vivid colour a murky brown!

What goes through your head? I don't know!
You can arouse...

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Please don't come home

I'm afraid I'll regress from these heights
I have grown, no longer afraid of the night
It took the best years of my life to be free
I can't comprehend why you permeate me

Our secrets, our places, our songs were the threads
They bound us as...

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I have to get out of here, i'm not going to go through anymore of this
I'm not going to put myself in pain i can't handle, i'm sick of it
I'm tired of these games with the mini prizes you give away
I'm walking off, away from...

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We talked, we shared explicit details of our lives,
and he drawn to the fullness of my body--hips  like the Great Mother,
and breast round and supple.
He through the glance of his eyes,
attatched his yearning for arousal,
through unseen instinct.
An asessement of sorts, like questions,
of my identity,...

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Another dreary journey down deaths highway
The daily life of cursed work
Outside Glasgows fair kiss
The free tv shows views as cars driven by the undead squeeze past
The grubby bus window that no one seems to use
All heads in prayer to the constructed deity
Creators of a binary...

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He was a qualified redeemer
   to pay the ransom price.
The price of redemption has always been
   the shed blood of an innocent sacrifice.
The redemption that He made available
   is a Love Gift with no strings attatched.
Take the pardon He...

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When I was 16,
I swallowed a needle attatched to a thread.
And I stitched your name
to the bottom of my heart to remember 
for when you come back.
Because
You'll come back.
You'll come back with an ardent obsession....

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how can you make me feel like this?
this feelings so unreal
i want to make it go away 
but then i want it to stay
i told that i loved you 
and you said the same thing too
at first i was scared 
afraid to get attatched 
and...

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it always starts out as a dream,
you wish,
you search,
you see the truth,
and when u look in the mirror, you've lost yourself somewhere along the way,
and the heartaches attatched to the addictions are far too comfortable to stay,
it's when we probe,
it's when were submissive,
in our train...

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