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Finding closure
Is often easier said than done
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The blood drains from the wounds cut deep All the tears gone, No more I weep
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Give me the faith I need
To go on another day
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Insanity tears at my soul
Awakening what lies beneath,
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As Above
We look to the heavens for your guidance....
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If we ever talk again on down the road What kind of lines will you feed me
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To my Kids
I'm so blessed to have you in my life
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All I ever wanted from you was someone to talk to
Someone to make me feel,just for a little while
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Holy Water of distilled fantasies
Bleeding blood red tendencies
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I curse the very ground you walk And where you lay your head
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Why do I open up and let people in,
Just so I can once again feel used..
by FaeryMouse
12 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 2 9:31 PM 2008
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I've must have written a thousand letters to you Even the ones that were just thoughts.
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Wicked thoughts go through my head A blade to wrist to cut instead
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Out where the river flows
And destiny drains within
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Will she ever feel his presence again.. The one she longed for..
by FaeryMouse
11 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 18 9:05 PM 2008
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I could put all my anger down on paper.. And rant and rave about the way it is today..
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AS I SIT HERE AMONGST THE DARKNESS OF THIS WORLD , MY MIND BEGINS TO WONDER , SHOULD I LET IT STAY, SHOULD I LET IT SAIL ASUNDER? I FIND MY
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As I sit on my parents porch Watching the birds collect around the seeds that was left for them
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When will you face the truth The one you can no longer hide
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We shared rings
We shared a past
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Here I Lie All cold and alone
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As I laid here
Staring at the wall beside my bed..
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I never could figure out
Why you play your games
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The sound of Silent Lucidity playing in the background Jolts me back to the time with you
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Did I make you happy ? Did I make you sad ?
by FaeryMouse
7 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 3 11:11 AM 2008
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Cast me aside
Decisions lie in wake
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White canvas empty.
Free from what hides underneath.
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The taste of your kiss
Leaves me intoxicating blind
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The roses have wilted
The violets have died
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Can you find the answer
Can you ask the question
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Religion the game of choice
You choose the path to follow
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