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If
you look over there, no, over there,
by
the side of the road, where no one cares,
that’s
the place I lived, where I used to dream.
..
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Let
this be meaningful when I’m lost here,
when
I cannot find anything but fear.
When
these roads offer nothing but more pain,
not
..
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He
looked from his wrists, so much they’ve bled,
he
looked up to the brown and black speckled Wren.
It
had eyes unlike what he’d ..
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Her hair flows as waves of gold,age of hers, never growing old.Eyes of perfection will penetratethe soul of all and shall illuminate.Face so pale, but..
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The peace quells from
riots eager to begin.
It seems this silence
so loud will be starting again.
We are not far from
the ones we have scorne..
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As
time progresses, I’ve seen too much,
taken
from eyes, mature, transpired too young.
For
it is this that causes insanity,
and
cau..
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The
wings of an angel, to keep and protect.
Horrid
thoughts ensue, in doing so infect.
Distract
the happiness away from the mind
to
make ..
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The
pain will not fade,
and
it will serve as my death,
such
a tragic thing.
The
sunsets won’t come,
they
fix all that&rsquo..
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This is an end, of this I am sure,I cannot find a little of much to live for.These hates I have, now, are consuming,life is something now become quiet..
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I
was once able to see, but no longer,
the
spells have consumed, non-growing stronger.
The
fires I lit so heartfelt by candlelight,
have
..
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