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i dont read my writing while i write, you see, i really quite enjoy it, i let my subconscious take controll, i read once im done, and usually every as..
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the fog is rolling in again, sir, you awake, youve been away for a while, why wont you stay, kick your shoes off, now tell me of this voyage, this sto..
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puzzles are hard when you cant even find the pieces to begin with, right, you sit and fimble with the little hints at your lap, you turn each one over..
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my eyes are open, yet i dont see, my hands are right beside me, yet i cant move, all of you lean and look in, im sweating, yet im so cold, why cant yo..
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i was on the road, chest burning, my hand is stained with blood, wheres the sky, i look up, no clouds flying past on this day, as i lay there for a wh..
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time has come again, another page written, another sunset, another day bitten, but yet i still have that breath of air within me, staile from the hesi..
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she was from russia, beautiful hair, lips so red and curled at the corners as if to show faint glimpses of the devil, waiting to devour, she was very ..
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words to part with when the water has stoped running
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its raining again, the taste of a morning cigarett burns in the cold wind as i wait, a little hung over from a long night of sedation, its now time to..
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i step out through the back door, the snow crunching under my black boots, my breath coming out in a fog as if my soul to excape, slipping through my ..
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