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An empty shell of a man Who strove for more than he could hold
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Silicone trip
Rust and salt never tasted so good
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we are devolved mammals
speaking with our mouths rather then our brains
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i have learned that the world is never fully dark. There is always a light, even with the blinds tightly shut and the door closed
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starched fingers broke from glossy reverence chapped lips spoke truth from heart broken eyes
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drift along a subway on the train tracks while the sky flows and dances ahead
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perpindicular lines I broke free from oblivion
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My whole life has been defined by my ability to defend myself
Because if i could not then who would when i was on my own?
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decaying adjectives on a sun-bleached landscape
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I saw an empty room I saw the rain that fell upon your lips
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truly im tired My eyes being open for a very long time
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Whats better then lip syncing mouths and horrid yet oh so true words spoken from recordings
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Your notes are sweet to the deaf your strumming lies
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Hey darling have you ever thought Of spewing your guts out
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I'm beginning to think...it doesn't matter My past, that never truly went away
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Here we are again
Eyes squinting in the dim harsh glow
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I saw flowers grow on her graves With the leaves like her fingers wrapped around it
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It was dark and cold the day he fell from grace.
Like a caged bird he longed for freedom and open skies
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Why must we verify everything we hear? Isn't enough to know that's it there?
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Her tears spoke stories Her mouth could not
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by RainbowXButterflies
85 lines, 5 comments,
on Sep 10 8:43 PM. In Other, Personal, Pain, Sad, Hope, Life, Love, Thoughts, Weird, Spiritual
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can scars really show exactly who you were When that little tiny silver flash
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an intertwined caress matched a tear stained piano
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Maybe the world was laying in wait for us But we were born to late
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A little word woke my dreams And your words pooled in my head
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It was a cornucopia of confusing thoughts A spiral of twisting colors
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The world isn't black and white But everything seems so unfinished
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Maybe the magic is in the path And the warmth is a frozen heart thawing
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I wonder if I'm made from lines and letters
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Its roughly about time i came to terms with myself the only problem is i end up slapping myself
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