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A Bi7c4es Eyes

The Old me went,
Just disappeared ,
For a time I found it weird ,
But 3 years on,
And now I see,
This bi7c4 will stay .
She killed old me .

And she dont care, and rarely cries ,
I now see through this b@#hes eyes.

I see most people are dumb or rude ,
Or nasty , crass and very crude .

I see I don't really like much folk ,
I find them twats or just a joke .

I see id rather be alone, 
No one to complain no one to moan ,

I see the world through open eyes ,
And most people I now despise ,
But judge me not ,youd sympathise , if you saw through this bi7c4es eyes

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The Heart

The heart is glass,
Or so I'm told ,
Thats why my heart no one can hold .

Its hidden and its as black as coal ,
Untouchable by any soul.

I wont relent for anyone ,
Let people in , it cant be done .
Ill protect till my very end ,
My cold black heart  , my darkest friend.

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Loss

I sit here just an empty shell,
I function but don't do it well ,
My mind cant think ,
Lungs get no air ,
I feel im dying , but I don't care .

Nothing in me is right anymore ,
Nothing works ,
And lifes a chore .

And every day I struggle through ,
Cos there's little else that I can do ,

A zombie left without a heart ,thats how I am now we're apart .

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Perfection

We are perfectly imperfect,
We each have our flaws,
Be it noses too big,
Or jutting out jaws.

We are never content,
With the body we're given,
And it could always be better,
The life that we're livin'.

But stop for a minute and look what you've got :
Don't pay it no mind, to the blemish or spot.

We all have a beauty that radiates from within,
Whether we're tall, or we're short, or chubby or thin.

We can all be kind, and more thoughtful to others.
These bodies we wear are only our covers.

So don't view yourself as an imperfect being.
That smile you have, people all should be seeing.

Don't hide it away, show it off and be bold.
It's so more precious that treasure or gold.

If you share it around, it could change some body's day.

You are perfectly imperfect, and that's good its o.k.

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Hidden Tears

I find in the bath is the best place to cry ,
Listen to me, I'll explain to you why :
If you cry in the bath , there are no stains and no pools ,
If you cry in the bath every tear gently falls ,

They slide down your face as if they were never there .
If you cry in the bath no one else is aware .

So cry in the bath ,I'll continue to do ,I bet you cry in the bath like me too .

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A Birthday With You Gone

The absence of you is still very raw,
It feels inside like I'm fighting a war:
I long to remember you without sorrow or sighs,
But when you are on my mind there are tears in my eyes.

I try to remember the silly things we did,
Acting like children and giggling like kids.
There's an ache in my heart that wont let me though,
I know that the ache is because I love you so.

55 years ago today,
A special soul graced this earth.
23rd of December was the day of your birth.

So wherever you are I say happy birthday to you.
And I send love and all my hugs too.
I know that missing you will continue without end,
My beautiful, rare, irreplacable friend .

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Perspectives

Is this a flower I have in my hair?
It looks like a rock but could be a bear. i don't know my dear and don't even care.
Is this a coat on my back that you see?
I think it's a mouse or maybe a flea?
Let's take a closer look, to see what it must be.
What of the shoes that I wear on my feet?
Those are not shoes they are pieces of meat.
I wouldn't like to see how they smell in the heat

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It Is

Screaming, crawling on the floor,
Feeling I can't live no more,.
Darkness tendrils closing in,
Piercing my soul, tearing my skin.

Struggling to catch my breath,
Baulking at the talk of death.
Fighting to exist and carry on,
Now that a part of me has gone.