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Some things are to good to be true.
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The tree's have started to shed,losing all they hold close to them,watching life fall from one's own branches. This happens like clockwork,growing an..
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I watched the snow fall,
an odd day to dress in such color,
this day I put on black.
The milky white flake's fell with grace,
findingmy shou..
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What is left when a musician can't play?
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Life and death in comparison to a cigarette. Life, you either let it burn out or take control and burn brightly.
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Faster...slower...
the mind slowly inverts
melting away the cause,
the effect.
In...out...
only the reflection,
a shadow across bright water..
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Upon a pedestal,onward I gaze,vultures encircle,a feast they await.Proudly I stand,hammer in hand,erecting a vision,where I to dance.Grant me strengt..
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I feel rescue'd,
gratified in my existence,
honest optimism,
as Ifound equilibrium.
Through trials,
lifes tribulations,
I'm pushing back,
f..
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This is about feeling trapped inside your own body, your voice a whisper wagging war inside as it wants to show.
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I bottle up so much emotion, some of us more than others. This is just another piece of myself, a more recent event.
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