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When I first met him, I was confused. I had made a decision to explore this world, and even then I was no blank paper. Crude, yes, with little underst..
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I was not lost. I was not unsure.I wasn't.When first we shared space, shared time, I simply wasn't. I followed an unwritten scripture, playing the par..
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To the aches of the heart time is both immaterial and all important. Through Darkness of Self, Dawn of Faith, Day of Joy and Dusk of Love our spirits ..
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Crying, a gentle sobbing, a soul lockingaway the grief of sudden passing, the world mockingthe stage man has set.Laughing, a swift joy of the moment, ..
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I love the night, and this piece explains why. The essence of power and knowledge contained in something that is everywhere.
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I look at the sky sometimes, to see
The changing colours float across that space.
I think of the balloons I get for my birthday, to be
Released int..
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This is a dark piece, written immediately after I suffered a short bout of temporary insomnia. Darkness in that case is as literal as it gets. It's ve..
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I wrote this after a rather depressing conversation about the state of the Earth and the possible fates of future generations. I wrote this to relieve..
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Another short one. When I wrote this I was being particularly difficult for my parents, and after an argument with them one night I wrote this.
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I remember being what my family called 'hungry for the road' at the time I wrote this. I was very restless, but being a minor at that stage made fulfi..
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