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Gone

Tears stream down her face
It was so unexpected
He was in a wreck

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Sun

Gives me a sunburn
                                           
                                           Bleaches my curly red hair
                                              
                                             Makes me nice and tan

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God

I hope you find him
He saved my life and can yours
God loves me and you

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Sleepy

I won't go to bed

                                        The Sandman will not take me

                                                   Awake forever

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My Emotions In Chaos

My emotions go with the wind telling me that I'll never be good enough for this or that.
My emotions always saying I'll never find "her" or that I'm too small to do anything.
My emotions always saying that my life is insignificant or that I'll never reach happiness.
Feeling alone, depressed, and never understood, I'll take a stand against my emotions, and loose once more. and be ever consumed by their dark beckoning of sadness and pain. never feeling loved in this world, and not ever feeling like someone can understand me, yet not reaching out to try to save myself. In a slum of right and wrong feeling like there's no escape. Is there hope? I like to think so, but my mind says different. I cannot imagine a world outside of my own, though I never tried. Living in a world of sin, I'll never be good enough to see clearly, or be with someone long enough to say "I love you". I hate this feeling, and can't get rid of it's terrible grasp on my life. I hate to be in public, seeing all the happy faces, unlike mine, witch I hate to see Blank and expressionless. Ever will I stay like this feeling sad and alone.

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Hatefull

I've let this hate crawl in my heart for far to long,
It's time to stand and face the throng
of family, friends, and from the fog
comes a mirror; and I see,
a lone person standing there; me.
Even I am here to see myself,
and my figure is sitting upon a shelf.
it consumes and tells me that every thing's fine,
that im perfect the way I am, and that the sun's shine
shines because of me, and that's what made me happy.
But in that mirror, i see the shelf, and it's name-tag reads "Hate Itself"
and i see the sadness across myself, sitting, alone, on that shelf.
But past the mirror, then i see, everyone, and realize they're here for me.
To see me change to my once radiant self, would then, i realized, take me from the 
shelf.
So with the hands of all i knew, they pulled me down from the shelf,
and i felt a sensation inside myself.
A loving, caring, warmer side that, when i felt, i gave a smile.
I know feel love, and my heart will mend,
i forced hate into my life; it told me it was my only friend.
But now i see the difference inside of me, and in my face, its plain to see that I've 
changed for the good in me, now that christ has set me free.

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Masks

BAG OF TRICKS CONTEST
I'm not who I appear to be.
A mask is all you see on me.
You think I'm happy as can be,
but really I'm alone and unhappy.
Every day you see an emotion, but your really seeing someone else.
someone I wish to be like-someone who's put their worries on the shelf.
Someone who's made very little mistakes,
and doesn't need a mask up on their face.
you, my friend, who can't read me,
or see my emotions properly,
can only see the mask I wear and not what's really inside of me.
but yet i wonder, "what's in HER mind?"
She looks so happy, though she's blind to see my emotions hidden behind this painted-
happy mask of mine.
But what I'll soon come to see, is that she's not really happy.
Just putting on a face for me, as I am and vice versa-you see?
But is everyone putting on a show so others that know them don't really know the pain 
and hardship of their lives?
I don't know, I have too much inside of me, there's a lot of pain, witch no one really 
sees. No one really know about me, but yet i know them either.
So next time, I'll stop and think, is her life as good as I think?

Patrick Smith

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Failing Relations

You say I have one more chance, or your out the door for good.
I think I deserve more than one forgiving hand of yours.
Your jealous of her, but she doesn't mind, she doesn't even want me.
We had a fight, but you don't understand, your just raging on in spite.
It took so much out of me to hear you mad, and to forgive and to forget.
But all you do is hold against me that one last threat.

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Unifying

Music inspires the joyful, love-able person to come out when were listening.
No one can get away from it, and no one wants to. Everyone has their own style, yet its all the same. It sends us messages, makes us happy, exited, and even cry. It unifies us all.

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Taken Breath

I never knew how much you cared, 'till you screamed, and I got scared. I ran out, into the street, there was a car, beside of me while i stood crying over you. You kissed me, and I kissed you, I knew what was coming, but I hoped not true, and with your final breath you said, "remember me when I am dead."