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By » SamBObo on Tue 29 Jun, 2010
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Through my eyes you can see my soul. My emotion can be viewed by all yet I do such a good job at hiding it.... or do I? What do you see when you look into them? A monster? A caring heart? Whatever it may be just know that it is no longer scared. Come, come now and test me. Test my fears with a lion...
Life.
By » SamBObo on Tue 29 Jun, 2010
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Life, Love Love, Hate Hate, Vengeance Vengeance, Loathing Loathing, Fear Fear, Longing for comfort Longing, Art Art, Create Create, Destroy Destroy, Mind Mind, Hidden pleasures Hidden pleasures, Out spoken deceptions Deceptions, Confusion Confusion, Questions Questions, Sugar coated...
The Snow
By » SamBObo on Tue 29 Jun, 2010
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I lay there wide awake, looking at the clock, it reads 3:35. It's late. I look over to the edge of my bed and a stream of light creeps in through my curtains. It's bright, too bright. Brighter then the night should be. I get up and walk over to my window and push the curtains aside. My first thought...
Never Enough
By » SamBObo on Tue 29 Jun, 2010
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"Oh she's a good kid, a really good kid." I hear my mother chatting on the phone in the kitchen. I try to ignore it all, her voice, dripping with a fake happy tone. When she speaks to me I hear the disappointment in her unappreciative voice. She thinks because I'm a child I don't deserve...
My Morning
By » SamBObo on Tue 29 Jun, 2010
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Sometimes I just sit in front of my computer, simply staring blankly at the desktop background. No window open, not doing anything at all, just nothingness. I put on my earphones and just listen to music. Today was the first day I realized I was doing just that. I closed my eyes and drifted into a...
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