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It's been a while
Since I've admitted to myself
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On the eve of Halloween, We venture through the worlds of many a great mind.
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This has absolutely nothing to do with Stephanie Meyer and her novels! Just thought I'd let you know!
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Sway to the beat
That reminds me of the bayous
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I'm staring you in the face. Why can't you see me?
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I tried to get gushy...it's just not my style!
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For some ungodly reason, I can only come up with these depressing ass poems that have nothing to do with the way I feel right now!
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Always the loser, Never the winner.
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You will never know That I cry myself to sleep at night.
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Just tell them I was tired.
I'm tired of the constant struggle
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He wants love, But not the kind
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I was just a child. What could I have done?
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If you ask me how my day was, I'll say, "Everything's fine!"
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Dogmatic in our beliefs, The Lord lives on.
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No one is ever quite sure Of what clique I belong in.
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On the border of going crazy,
I'm feeling ever so slightly lazy
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Feel it run over my skin,
Washing away my latest sin.
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I am the wolf And the horse.
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I never wanted to be you.
I didn't think I'd get that bad.
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Freedom of religion Is stated in the first amendment.
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You've got a lot of nerve to have said what you did. I usually wouldn't have taken it from anyone else.
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This snow spring,
The warmth seems so cold.
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Pick up your broken feelings And step up to the plate.
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Children screaming Families leaving
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All I can do is watch. Lightning crashes,
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The temptation of that which is forbidden
Is ungodly and cruel at times.
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So you say I'm a 'podunk speed rider'!
Your ignorance makes me laugh!
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Caught between unconsciousness and reality, I cannot comprehend what is real and what's make believe.
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Another summer sets with the sun,
Taking all its warmth with it.
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Cannot bear to hurt you anymore than I already have. Every time I try to do the right thing,
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Walking on glass, The cuts in my skin,
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Scribble me obscure.
Make me into something abstract
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In the morning I wake up And all I think about is writing.
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You can't know the path
Unless you've walked it several times
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Drowning in the muck and mire
Of long lost battles,
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