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Give me every lock and chain,Just so I can hide again,Barricade my heart from the chaotic world,My hands can tremble and shake,But from this narcotic ..
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How has the world come to be everything that it is and shouldn't be?
Why can't I simply be just who I am and that is me.
Not a princess or a que..
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It started with a dream. I was walking through the streets of Japan. It was a country known for its seafood and samurai, ninjas and shrines. Through t..
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Is this all I am?Someone, who no one else can understand,A person with harsh words and that's it?Why can't I become something new?Metamorphosis.Is thi..
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We all have those nights.Those moments when our world seems to be crashing around us.Our mind, body, heart and spirit fail us.We crumble and give way ..
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Emptiness.There is nothing but sorrow.As tears stream down my cheeks and breathing is just a luxury.One hand then the next and I'm falling apart.Anger..
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A poem about a girl in a fox mask and white kimono that leads a parade of the dead.
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How can I describe this feeling?
It feels tranquil and perfect.
A strange feeling called peace.
I don't want to move,
I don't want to have to thin..
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Dreary afternoon,
Weary afternoon,
Here I am again.
A stumble, a fall, a yawn after all.
I can't wait to go to sleep.
WhenI do, I won't even ma..
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