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We crashed through the trees,
raced over the mountains,
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The winter stars are melting, High above my head.
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CEDRIC: Well, here we are, at last the article you’ve been waiting for, so happy reading.
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What happens when the credits roll?
An empty screen of darkness glows
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Forever burning this flame
driven by desires
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shit flows out of my mouth
like dense heat in the dirty south
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I don’t play no games or cheap talk, I keep it real
Straight gutta flows cap lame brains and leave ‘em pealed
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Accusations stuck under my nails Heavy hearts lining life’s rails
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if you feel hurt and lost because your dad walked out on you please continue, to those who oppose uh, well...
by whatever666
75 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 30 9:27 PM 2008. In Darkish, slight Abuse, Personal, Thoughts, Hate, Angry, My own style, Pain, whatever
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hope is gone
who have i become?
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I build a fortress
of brick and stone
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we ran from the world and you had my heart set with yours
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The title, is not what it seems, so don't get any ideas before reading, just read!
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i cant make up excuses
for the things you didnt say
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I dont know
thats all you hear from my mouth
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just a typical love story
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writers block+boredom=this
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Those who can not love, love not themselves.
Those who feel nothing, have their hearts on dusty shelves.
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They watch, wait, they have the time and space;
with cameras and bugs, lying and two faced.
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she feels like shes drowning
she knows she can only go on for so long
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Claimed her as
Another sister
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Love in a jar
what is that?
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i like the way you mutter,
"i loved you" in my ear
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My birth father John
His blood I dream sheds
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Why should I care about anything you say?
Why am I even asking you?
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oh the tortures we lay upon ourselves everyday
hanging over us like a dark shadow
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Making it harder to breath when you talk, making it harder to move when you close, but this feeling insn't keeping my eyes open enough to see what you really are...
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love and lust
and joyful pickings
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our fears are unleashed
and like hungry raging beasts
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restless minds
and restless souls
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short and simple, but true
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so many times
this life has past
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soft sweet sweat trickles down her brow.
the world existing in that bead of sweat
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soaring minds
fly together
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You want my day?
You want my day?
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