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HOPE- kills
--love- is a waste
-dreams- cant be accomplished that's why they're dreams
--religion - fails
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The choices we all make decide who we are.
Do we fall on our faces or do we stride far.
Do i say yes or do i say no.
I scream in my head why! these choices blow.
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fifteen years ago(+ 9 months) this very night i was conceived.
who knew the poetic sycophantic that would thrive in thee.
more gallant than a full bread steed.
into the glory of the kingdom of poets i would lead.
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oh on the don't take one puff
you'll get cancer from that stuff
it will kill you if you take one puff
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Sleep with him.

Things i will never,
understand.
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Jasmine oh jasmine what a lesson you have taught
through the fire and flame i had fought
never faltering or stumbling in your sight
you said i would always hold you tight
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what was i to you?
just a good memory?
did i have any effect on you at all?
was i fooling myself the whole time?
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Your hair flows like a golden Atlantic.
When i look into your eyes i begin to feel frantic.
Your lips always seem to be with me so sycophantic.
When you smile my world comes alive.
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what a bloody mess of things
i must confess
so much stress
its starting to press
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people say this
people say that
i always say is that a matter of fact?
the truth is the death of another lie.
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14.

Why weren't you a little bit kinder.
I really wish i hadn't found her.
It started out fun.
I started falling into the abyss of your eyes.
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No other 2 were in more love than them.
They would hold hands forever they thought.
For her father had another plot.
See, he hated him so.
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All the things we've been through
Everything that We've been into
Its lead us here to now
With our heads in the clouds and our feet in the fire.
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18.

love to die
love to cry
one final sigh
one day we all shall die
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You have been the best of friends.
always helping me around the next bends.
Always a helping hand you all would lend.
From troublesome times this letter i send.
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One day she saw him in the hall.
He'd gotten so handsome and tall.
In love again with him she fell.
Even tho they both knew it was all to hell.
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matt hartwell Biography

There is not much to say. I write because its my outlet. no other reason. I write what i am feeling and i will never apologize for that. I write about whats happened, how its affected me and about just life in general. I am a sophomore in high school.15 years of age. Ive been writing a little over for a year now. it started as a way for me to vent after a broken relationship during freshman year. I use writing as way for me to see how Ive grown. another thing i really really hate reading long poetry.. idk its just something i cant stand. so i write short poems. usually ^__^)

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Hope Kills

HOPE- kills
--love- is a waste
-dreams- cant be accomplished that's why they're dreams
--religion - fails
--violence- the only real emotion
-tears- cleanse the soul
--forgiveness- a gift i don't deserve
-music - the only gift i ever loved
-friends - can abandon you
--girlfriends - can lie
-boyfriends - can cheat
-depression - can be a welcome guest.
-happiness - can drive you to kill
-money - can destroy
--GOD-can Save

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