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come one, come all to this tragic event
throw your smiles out, what you feel is resent
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Wanna trip like I do, baby?
Huh? Wanna trip?
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Curse this limited body! Oh that I could spread my wings and fly far away from this wretched place...
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I wake up every morning feeling like nothing has changed
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the madness begins the room starts to spin
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A liar would say anything to be heard
would do anything they could
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intricate lines intersect and intertwine on the page before me, streaming from my mind like a waterfall; the darkness and light combines like water and oil - maintaining their indepence and yet mingling to create harmony of t
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As I write to you, I can feel my heart longing to be in your arms once more, but I have long since learned not to trust my heart. I know you will not get this letter for quite a while. I hope the navy is treating you well eno
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intricate lines intersect and intertwine on the page before me
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I remember every word said to me, every smile I faked, every day I played along with the sick little games.
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maybe it's time to change and leave it all behind
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buzzing in my ears
Whiteout.
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they say seasons change, but people don't they say reasons change, but people won't
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[tracing patterns of pretty painted processions
pretend predilection and starry midnight scenes
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hues splattered across a leaning easel
words from the soul, writ from the depths of the heart
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From the ashes of a lost love,
of a pain as sharp as glass
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Yes this setting is certainly an interesting one, and it is interesting to hear that you are new to it all. I have taken a look at some of your other poems and I truly believe that you have potential, my dear. Just take hold
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the clock is ticking [tick tick] my heart is beating [tick tick]
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when everyone else has left me and I can't feel you here
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I know you have the power so God why haven't you healed me?
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why can't I feel you here beside me?
are you even still there?
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sometimes it feels like you're not there at all sometimes I feel like you've let me fall
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when I cried, did you hear me? when I screamed, where you there?
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Sometimes he'll be talking and I miss what he's saying because I'm lost in his eyes. Sometimes I blush because the intensity in the way he's looking at me makes me feel so beautiful.
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Here comes the sweet, warm fragrant summer breeze, we lie with closed eyes and open hearts;
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A single glimpse into a mirrored soul, a little taste of heaven, sweetly real;
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tiny glints of silver, reflecting the stars and the moon stealing tiny kisses under the waxing crescent
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I cry inside the silence,
can you not see me here?
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when I'm with you, I feel a little less sad, a little less bad, a little less down...
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the city flies by underneath these wings of grace and the wind rushed through my hair like silky threads
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