Timothy Long Poems

i just want to cry,
why won't you let me die,
kill me please as i can not kill myself,
im dead for all i know,
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oh giving tree, oh giving tree, why don't you give to me, candy and treats with music of all sorts of beats, all sizes and shapes with magical grapes, old and young come along just to play
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The clouds were heaving with angst and sorrow. For a legend died today, all because of a great cause that he believed in. The rain dropped to the ground in weeping teardrops that touched the faces of thousands. The thunder sparked the black sky with delirious madness. The hated tyrant and beloved mytr died to end a bloody war and to free a trapped race of the slaved. That man is the great Abraham Lincoln. Abe was assassinated by the evil who he tried to help.
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You never thought, that was just it, thinking, think and thought connect in clockwise fashion, clueless is your side effect from the brain you don't have, do the philosophers bedevil you in static views, the disturbed don't feel or think you must remember this if you are to be with them, you still can't see the injustice of what you did to me, do you even expect to be free? You and me are finally free and yet you never thought it to be, I wanted you out but I could never truly do that, I myself through and that's all I could do is think, something you never did but the question is will you ever? The times are changing and I'm one, are you? You change too much with simple ideology from friends and foes alike, you never seem to amaze me in a bad way, should you die I don't know if I would care as to why.
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Me allamo timothy
no soy ni deserdenado ni reservado
soy sociable, artistico, deportista
todas los dias yo estudioso, musica, deportista, y escrbir
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long ago you left with out a whisper you left with out saying a word, you always said you were alright, but you weren't and everyone was to foolish and blind to see that you were hiding behind a mask of happiness,
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Love is your arrow in a heart of roses, your saphire eyes burn in old time passion, with great fashion, i be your king in the sun and your knight in the moon, oh how i wish it was you, to do what angels sing in fantasys, grave in which thou undug for brains, to work ideally, to be by your side forever together, in this heart break world.
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