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The song “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd always seems to
stick itself into my mind at just the right moments. The chorus of the song
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So fragile…so very delicate…everything was meant to be
broken…but certain things are broken more often than others…one of..
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This
heart so perfect, the heart not failing,
is
somehow still amidst derailing.
I
cannot tell you, I cannot say,
I
cannot ask you to car..
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In such dark days, I will be her lantern…in the most violent
of waters, I will be her compass…and even when we are separated, I will be..
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“Do you think we’re getting close?”
Dianna asked Alik as they walked from their house to the diner. Alik looked
strangely bac..
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Wherever
you go, I will be there,
to
comfort you when hope is impaired.
I’d
be your air when you cannot breathe,
to
be your hero in..
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You idiots of society, how it is a pleasure playing mind
games with you. The idiocy that you display is inexcusable, since you reside in
a fully dev..
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She
was the start, the tried, not the end.
Her
fabric woven from the world’s given threads.
The
beauty, she is, such grace imprint
u..
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I always feel that I will halt my creative process as I pour
out more and more of my ideas out from my mind. But my worry is false and I am
not sure..
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In
light you will ebb, in dark you will flow,
the
death of trust will cause you to grow.
Not
in anger, and not in pain,
even
when there i..
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