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Won't you?   What's the worst that could happen?  You fall for her?    Our lives are meant to be lived.   We are meant to take risks. Meant to fall in love.  
Sea shell at the bottom of the wave water crashing down forcing it to be brave as the watchers sit at the beach one decides to take a leap a step into the wave to save that shell
At least once in your lifetime you have or had a duty Because someone else depended on the deed
"Lucy,      Lucy,             No."  She whispers to her hands. She cries to the company. We stare,       curiously,           judgementally.  
When I have lied to myself and others for so long, It is hard to see who is wrong, We could lie to ourselves like we always do, But since I have had so much more pain to go through,
Hast thou been to Paradise? He asked me as I rolled the dice In a small game of chance. That word does not suit my fanc'. Nothing is certain, I say, Nor Heaven, nor Hell, nor Purgatory.
salut, mon petit! that's how i greet you since we're both french minors and we're both multi-ethnic and we grew up in the same hometown and we were born 11 days apart
I'm incapable of feeling fear. I know everyone gets chills down their spines when the violins screech in a horror movie.
He has stumbled upon the girl, the goal of his lifetime.   With an eternity of waiting, the two souls became one, Swiftly, under the golden shine of dusk in the summertime.
I am dizzy but not fainted,I am scrubbed raw, but I am tainted,I am despised, I am hated,And these are the things I wish weren't true,I've hurt those around me,Been the person I never want to be,
Beast in the Hydrangeas  
I live in fear That one day One day We will die No, not just one All of us. I Live in fear Knowing that
 It never stopped hurting, Every moment of every day, the pain engulfed her; It was hard for her to believe, The one person who she loved, Gone, never to return; Her eyes searched for him,
One thought: I get one search each day. I search and search in hope of that simple thing: The privilege to love, and the honor of being loved By another.  
Fear. A devil straight from hell Causes anger to swell Fear. A demon With long wings Laced with blood Dripping down Like a butterfly after rain The eyes
All I need is a chance. A chance to answer your questions- After I’ve given you the context Before you force out what you want to hear After you understand where I’m coming from
Looking into your eyes So deep, and clear, and bright Gives me a sense of peace That things will turn out right I lose myself to you
Coincidence has destined my ironic fate, Like star-crossed lovers who act too late, Before I even drew my first breath, Providence recorded my imminent death   Fortune allotted to me my share,
I begin to drown in an ocean of blue, only to realize I've forgotten my life jacket. These eyes, they take me without invitation. I'm sucked into a whirlpool that leads to an endless gaze.
You are so lucky to be here Living on this Earth, For all the odds indicate That you would never have lived here On this tiny speck In the middle of nowhere In the cold depths of space.
All I've got is a name And that's all I really know All I've got is a feeling And it won't let me go Your eyes took a hold of my heart With a first glance And I try to hide The look on my face
The last day before your good Goodbye I do hope to see you one more time Dreamt of the time to pass and say Hi
We always say "Hi" And it comes with a smile We always say "Hi" But yet to say "Goodbye"
Forget The World With Me?
Heart pounding, face flushed a crushing headache bum-rushed Breath ragged, star-crush the holy theme of hush hush
Ain't given a chance For romance With education Ain't worth living  Without giving To this nation That doesn't want No talk About immigration  Especially those without legality
Our footsteps like a discord home For dying leaves and infant blades We trace them back to winter world When wind was chance and chance was change A single line converges here
When darkness takes over, Our nightmares come to life.  Who's time will end next? A mere roll of the dice. Fate is a religion for those who hate chance. But be it random or precise,
Wake up! The sound of your mother yelling your name as you smell the fresh coffee being cooked. So you while you’re getting dressed and doing your making up listening to music you hear beep beep a sound I set on as an alarm for Facebook.
To some, it will never matter where you came from It only matters how much you make in the now Why could they care about the past? Everyone is so focused on the future and the present
Coincidence brought me to you with good intentions,
THIS FEELS LIKE DESPERATE WRITING, SEARCHING FOR A SCHOLARSHIP.
Standing alone after a finished semester,
I have this fear deep down inside of me, it's so deep that no one else can see. It causes so much grief, sometimes it makes me wanna change my beliefs. So I stand high and stay strong but then tick, tick, boom I'm wrong.
Back up No take up I'm called up To being shut Down to the quarrels They're all gone, the morals   There's a light Always in sight Calling someone's name Shining bright
  Grand Haven             Trusting, loving, funny             Leave me smiling             Day after day             Turned from gray  
Luck sits watching the world, She along with her mate. Serious he sits by her side, The all-seeing Fate. And below them both, Their four children dance around. Chance, Destiny, Karma, and Fortune Occasionally stop to glance down.
Take a chance on me.
Giving the world a better place to live, Imagining the people living in peace, Viewing the world through each other's eyes, Enemies no longer exist have hate to give.  
Small, shy and scared of the world You were teased, humiliated, embarrassed No one stood up for you, they just laughed along With a bruised tear stained face you go home, crying yourself to sleep.
You see that person, you had a past, you wish it didnt end that way.  You wish that it couldve last but you realize you wouldve messed it up anyway.   But if there was another strike
When thing changes
Being black shouldnt discriminate, unike any other. Being brown shouldnt mean i have to drown in this society. Being brown should enable me to get a crown,just like any other. Being black shouldnt be a set back.
I wish my
You and me, We had amazing memories, Staying up listening to Miley, Talking about our parties.   Blaring out to your music, Singing to the lyrics we know, You yelling at me to choose it,
Look at me, and all the mistakes I did. I wasn't thinking that night, and now he left me. But look at you, my beautiful baby girl. You've given me a chance to start over. I promise to make you proud.
  Miraculous pity isn’t it so? Gingerly anticipation! My gloved hands pulsing, to know…to not know… Tails lack an end of extermination. Should chance toss elsewhere- then off with her head!
I want to love you, but I feel like we rushed. Two months went too quickly. It left me thinking, "Is this lust?" You said it was more, and with me you did agree, and getting "us" back
Feet on ground Head in the sky Making plans for the future When I am barely getting by Just happy to be smiling So lucky to be alive Whether money grows on trees Or I am begging on my knees
One time One shot One chance for the top I try to give it all, everything that I have got Seems my souls on the line So... I take my time to shine Taking a chance on life and will not waiste no time
Walls all around Tears fall on the ground Black is all i see Fear wells up inside of me; but there is always hope in view A chance to start anew Obstacles constanly stand in the way 
Wisps of air pranced through the blades of grass under the creek And danced atop the dorsal fins of the creatures of the deep And found under the surface of the water
I can see it Far away in the Distance it waits And so I run Run toward what sits So far away I don’t stop Don’t slow down I keep pushing Faster and faster
Isn't it funny, how a chance creates so much?
Forgive me God, My lord and savior. For I have done things, opposed to your favor. But this you know, and this you have seen. So it is no secret- My soul is unclean.
Going to school is hard. Going to school is fun. When I look back, I think of what I've done.
~the Grass isn’t always greener but it’s hard when we don’t see the hell im glad i rely on my sisters and brothers instead of watching friendships sail hope no one looks at my life as perfect
Love lives with no worries about who it will love next. Nor do it worry about who loves the best. Its the perfect role model for moving on from the past. Its mistakes are lessons learned and carried over from the last.
Near death experience never again do I want to encounter Foolish was I, putting our lives confronting the eyes of the Reaper.
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