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The feeling,Of being alive, but not aliveOf being real, yet, somehow unrealOf movement, and of uncontrol Is that me?Is that my life?Or is this just a ..
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It is unfortunateThat when I get stressedOr too excitedOr worry too muchThat I forget thingsI wishI’d remember.
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What ifWhat ifI hadn’t made that choice?If I hadn’t said that sentence?If I hadn’t made that noise?What if What ifI hadn’t fli..
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Woken by the cool night air on my face, my eight year old eyes adjusted to the darkness of the fields outside my window. The summer heat had forced al..
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We are the Forgotten.We are the evil that lurks in the soul.We are the shadow in the corner of your eye.We are the darkness pushed to the back of the ..
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Please excuse our dust,And lives remained unlived,The marching sounds awaken us,The pocket watch, unwound.Please excuse our dust,And soulless bodies l..
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Inside my chest there is a hole, where my heart used to be,A hole that you created, when you said you've set me free,But no you did not set me free, y..
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I dread the day my memory fadesAll thoughts gone from my headThe dreams we dreamedThe little thingsLay in the gutter deadI dread the day my memory fad..
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“The Man At The Zoo”Have I ever told you,About the man in the zoo?Who lived his whole life,During world war II,His battle worn face,Covere..
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Have you ever wondered?What lives among the stars?What life lives undiscovered?Maybe even close as mars?Maybe on a distant star?Where life was once cr..
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