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Silence,
I look up at the darken sky and all I hear is silence.
People move around me, shouting nonsense yet I can't seem to find my voice.
I soon..
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There's a man running.
His head's up high, feet kicking up sand.Past his ear, lightning flies.There's a darkness coming from her eyes.Look in deep an..
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The soft touch of stone. It would still be dangerous from this height. And although there is a magnificent sunset forming behind my shoulders, all I c..
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Imagine having someone you can trust. No secrets, no insecurities.
You watch the sun rise from the kitchen window of the home you built. Only to tur..
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I wish there was someone who I'd tell, "all the years I've felt so alone. And darling, you make me not feel alone anymore." She'd smile and reasure me..
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A shared moment of emotion.
A shared moment where I can finally relate.
This pain in my heart means more than anything.
No bright eyes to be found,..
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Through my sigh, my darkening eyes. I began to share how I felt. And through the rain, the years of pain, I began to love myself.
I explained the way..
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I was 15, I was suddenly separated from people I loved more than myself. No one warned me not to do such a thing at a young age. (Ironically they both..
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As I sit upon a hill I realize that there is probably no one whole shares my love for Leopold Ludwigs New World Symphony.The wall of brass and the maj..
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I see someone looking at me. In a store, alone or with someone else and have nothing to say. I notice them looking at me again, twice. Perhaps a third..
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