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I look in the mirror and what do I see? A better version of myself staring back at me. I've come so far, I've grown so much, And I'm p..

The boy I forgot, I remember him not, His face, his voice, his name, All lost in the game. He was once my friend, But now it's..

I walk along the red brick street. Where memories and dreams collide I see the faces of the people I meet. Some are happy, some ..

When you lose a friend, it’s hard to comprehend, the pain and the hurt that you feel in the end. You try to move on, but it’s not the sa..

Will I ever love myself? Or will I always be on the shelf? I look in the mirror and see. Someone who's not quite me. I try to change,..

The old boat, once so grand, Now sits on the shore, on the sand. Its paint is peeling, its wood is worn, It's been through many a storm..

Depressing thoughts, they come and go. Like the ebb and flow of the tide They can be hard to shake, you know. And they can make yo..

The only one will leave is me, The only one who can see, The world in a different light, And the stars shining bright. The only one wi..

The Half Crown, a coin of old, With stories to tell and tales untold. A coin of half, where things are rare, And people are kind, with hear..

In Clonmel streets, drugs do lay, A war rages on, night and day. The people cry out for relief, From the pain and endless grief. Th..