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where content children play
pretending to be adults through the day
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That life will not with you adjudicate negotiate or even remediate
The fact that life is but a senseless contingent circumstance
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Faith sees beyond the storm
To the season of calm
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Find that time to make a difference In the course of everyday life
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What do they know about me? Have they any idea on how I live?
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Time to grow...it's a lifetime thing It's when we change with life
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Still the same & nothing changes That we take things for granted
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a voyeur at times perhaps, or at least a third party observer,
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by Kia Tenshi
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Sep 11 5:50 PM 2008. In city, thoughts, deep, insight, metaphor, symbols, pain, dark, angst
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Sometimes there are no words
and sometimes there are many!
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We write from feelings,
what feelings, you?
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By Christopher E. Rangel
6/6/04
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Doth the maiden care tonight,
Oh how the spectral mist does glow?
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days don’t care if you aren’t ready
to travel along with them
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we are the priviledged vessels
of travellers past,
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But for every one person lost another is there to catch you as you fall. It may just not be apparent yet.
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work for tommorrow, today is yesterday, yesterday wants revenge / vengeful yesterday i apologize for my wake of vultures / factory cog am i, another wheel to the machine, fuel for the forest fire /
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Twisting and writhing inside of my soul a feeling of wonder and wondering too
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Pretending to be who I am when I wake up every day
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History repeats itself with every inclination, Of taking the world apart, stone by stone.
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I am a portrait painted onto a rotting canvas, That slowly withers from the glare of constant sunshine.
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I'm going to act like nothing can hurt me, And pretend I have a heart of stone.
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Something I wrote long ago...yet still holds true today
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You'll just have to read it
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I'm caught in a cage made of iron and stone, Cut off from the world and still alone.
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I break the rules To build the boundrys
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"Do not leave me to stand alone, I am not capable."
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a surge of grief washes my senses, br
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