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I wonder as a writer,
If the message is lighter.
For sometimes the words of another,
Touch you like no other.
Do my words, even once, have that e..
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A response or Second part to my piece: "Nobody asked if I wanted to be a human, maybe I just wanted to be a brick."
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I don't believe you,
But some days I just can't handle the argument.
So I'll just pretend i do.
Pretend I believe that you really want me.
When ..
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Maybe you're right.
Maybe I stand in my own way a lot, but
Maybe I do it for a reason.
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In the middle of the night, I spend my time lost in worlds that don't truly exist. Trying better to understand the world I live in.
These worlds are ..
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I felt love once,
Honestly and truly.
In the words you said, and the way you listened.
And the way you knew the answers to a part of me I didn't ..
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I don't think times a healer,
Really it's more of a freezer.
You just become numb,
To the once smoking gun.
And life gets a little easier.
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Words are my equaliser, stabiliser;My reviser, disguiser.The greatest advisor.My promisor,Life’s greatest appetizer,They make me wiser.But most ..
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Sometimes I’ll tell you things, to convince you you are worth the air you breath.And with every word, that comes out rushed, with energy of the ..
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Maybe one day I will write a piece without mistake.Maybe one day I will make a decision without regret.But if I were to reach the stage, where I truly..
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