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PO# 517986
Australia
Australia
Just another sad soul, in a world full of sad souls. who better to shear my thoughts and poems with.
August 3, 2015
Box Hill North, Australia

There's sadness here
So deep and raw
There's saddness here
That burns so much inside
There's a sadness here
So lonely and dark
There's sadness here
That bitter and rotten
There's sadness here
So sad and true

Truth// A collection // -CMB

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CAN’T STAND THIS
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August 1, 2015
Box Hill North, Australia

I'm addicted to you, you could say i'm a junkie and my drug is you.
Im addicted to meaningless conversation,
Addicted to the toxicness that was us.
Just like a drug you leave me with a taste
and im the junkie waiting for the next big hit,
And few words is all i get these days,
Somedays theres no words, i get nothing in return.
So like a junkie ture to form,
i think thats it im giving up on you,
And just like a drug, you come a calling.
Just like a junkie i give into the pain
I take you all in, i think there is more then enough but just like a drug you can only give me so much.
When will i learn that the pain of having an addiction to you is much worse then all pain of loving you?
Worse the...

AURA OF ACCEPTANCE
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July 25, 2015
Box Hill North, Australia

You will always be the one
The one that has my whole heart just that little bit more
The one ill care just that little bit to much for
The one ill think about just a little bit to much
You’ll always be the one
Ill look out for in the crowd
The one my heart sings a silent song too
You’ll always be the one
My mind wonders off too
You’ll always be the one that I think about at night
You’ll always be the one ill compeer all to come.
You have always been the one id sacrifice all for
You’ll always be the one that could make my dreams come true
You’ll always be the only one ill forever be sorry too
The one I let go
The one ill never get back.
You’ll always be that sadness in my hea...

ANGEL BREATHING
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July 25, 2015
Box Hill North, Australia

It's never to late to be what you might have been.
It's never to late to dream.
It's never to late to be.
It's never to late to change the path.
Its never to late to be what you might have been

Might have been//A collection // -CMB

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CH-CH-CH-CHANGES
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July 22, 2015
Box Hill North, Australia

They say there are two kinds of love
One so pure and full of joy,
It fills the soul with light and happiness.
Where hearts sing and laugh from all the joy.
They say this love is like a bright white light, shinning to another.

The other?
Well they say,
This one is so real and true it rips through your vains and crushes your bones.
It fills the soul with a light that is do dark, how can you tell if its purple or black?
Were hearts crys a slient song,
With an invisible string connected to another,
It burns a whole right in the chest.

Ill take the other, where the pain burns and the heart crys.
That way you know you have loved.

The Other// A collection// -CMB

DANDELION
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July 21, 2015
Box Hill North, Australia

I see you, you know.
You seem so lost to me my dear.
I see that far away look in your eye, that smile you use it never meets your eyes.
You know its never to late to be what you might have been.
I see you, you know
The pain that you try to hide, with a laugh so fake it mocks us all.
You know, i see you.
You seem so lost to me my dear.

My Dear// A collection //CMB

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OSCAR WILDE
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July 21, 2015
Box Hill North, Australia

I've been reading some of the stuff on here, i was afraid to put my poems or thoughts up.

Others on here are beyond better than me.

but you know what, I've just started to write.

if people think its bad thats okay too.

im afraid to be judged, but you'll never get anywhere being afraid.

thanks

-- CMB

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PROUD SUPPORT
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July 21, 2015
Box Hill North, Australia

Rotten to the core.
The roots are deep,
The roots are in.
Rotten in places you’ll never find.
How did I become this thing so dark and bitter?
So rotten that I’m alone.

There is no kindness,
There is no joy,
No love left for anyone at all,
When did my heart become this rotten thing?
So ice ice cold.

Rotten // The collection// - CMB

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FEAR OF THE DARK
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