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I've missed you every day since,and surely it wont stop with every day that passes.I've stepped on the same paths,and ran my fingers over the same col..
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I haven't found my place.
And frankly,
I haven't been trying.
I've been fighting these demons
for a long while.
It's always the same.
They..
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When you are a writer, you are often asked,"When do you do your best writing?"This answer may come easy for many.Some may say in the morningwhile drin..
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i wrote you a letter that you'll never see.i ripped it up and left it beneath the trees.it will decay with the days.lose meaning in the nights.i've le..
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As the music kicks in,and the drugs start to play.anxiety has taken the reins,and destroyed all confidence.losing my grip,i grab a hold of your hand.i..
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When I thinkabout you,I lose sightof reality.everything andeveryonearound meturns intonothing.the waterstands still.the birdsfreezein place,the treess..
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It's it 3:48 in the morning,and the coffee has gone stale.My lips taste of cheap cigarettes.Birds are speaking to us from the dark morning's rise.I've..
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I live in a town wheresecrets are things that don't exist.Thinking things through is against the law.Rebelling is the only way to survive.Trust in an ..
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This frigid October nightreminds me of you.The wind blowing yoursoft whispers against my ear.Leaves rustling and piling up,as our memories once did.In..
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When we kiss my heart skips a beat.as if it has been let out of its rusted cage.Free to cause chaos.Free to love.It feels as if a bomb has dropped,mak..
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