She doesn't cry, she bleeds. She doesn't smile, she's eccedentesiast. Some nights she pray, some nights she cut herself and hope pain will go away.
I'm Aiming for the Moon
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Almost Home : Poems
Madisen Kuhn
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RestLESSness
Aurora Blake
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Ruslan and Ludmila
D. M. Thomas
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Selected Poems of Edith Wharton
Edith Wharton, Irene Goldman-Price
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Places of Poetry : Mapping the Nation in Verse
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Taking the Arrow Out of the Heart
Alice Walker
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Rumi : Swallowing the Sun
Franklin D. Lewis
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When Angels Speak of Love
bell hooks
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Anne of Green Gables
Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Dette er et stille sted
Niels Fredrik Dahl
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Collection of Scars and Band-aids
Donika Morina
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