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I walked to the window,
felt the doubt begin to rise,
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and then, but what a reckoning
there is brought to bear.
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A scream can be silent just as silence can scream.
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Tomorrow promises to be a day of reckoning.
a day of bridges to be burned
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i once met a man who broke my heart
after he'd held it a while.
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Practically silent among us she
Strolls leaving fire in her wake and the
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Just waiting to be heard and heeded
Constantly blasting traditions door off the hinges.
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i know that i've been quiet,
but i never was that bold...
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how can one person hold so many things?
my love and my hate
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a quick wit and a sharp tongue
help to shield the wounds she's kept
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Lips that spoke encouragement
explore the wounds of a
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Well if this isn't familiar ground,
god
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It feels like you're already leaving
More like you're already gone.
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We know that nothing is forever
because we are blessed with death;
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I am staring in the face
of all that I have feared
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it's funny how some things change and some things
always stay the same.
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you've got to be fucking kidding me.
you've got to be fucking kidding me.
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does god have a face?
does god have a name?
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and i can hold your hand and smile
because that's what people do
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How do you sit with silence
and hear no echoes false?
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Will I walk with you into the night?
Shall I take your hand and continue?
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we both knew what we wanted,
and we took it believing it free.
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She's spit fire waiting to happen.
Poisonous I tell you,
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I have searched but come up emtpy
I have looked but never found
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It was cold;
cold enough to turn my tears into icicles before they hit the ground.
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How do you write a love poem?
How do you take an emotion and put it to paper in a way that will convey the depth you want to convey?
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It will only dig into my emptiness
furthering the single horror of being alone.
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My scissors just aren't sharp enough
to cut this fabric that I wear
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I am alive.
beating in this chest
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I am a house of mirrors,
a constellation on earth
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Let us kneel and pray together
here beneath the trees
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I can't stop this
I can't fight this
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I feel enraged
I feel out-of-control
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I feel lost
I feel helpless
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And so my soul is breaking
once again
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