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I close my eyes, let the memories subside
And try to find a part of me still alive
With pressure to regroup, but then I picture you
I try running..
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Perkiset is a anchor, for the dangers
From the strangers of the angry and famous
I have heard you long before,
You are so angy with me, you feel ..
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A Story by Jason
My own blindside
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Safe. Warm. Owned by alarm.
Swallowed by the storm
Yet safe from democracy
Saved by the satisfaction of
All of our reactions; so tough
Wrapped..
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Broken jaw must be relevant, ’cause it hangs in despair
Insanity, rebellion; It’s all but a glare
Overwhelming, reliving, this fee..
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A poem I wrote as I reflected on a time when I thought everything was perfect, only to find out the opposite.
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Demented World
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The lost soul is taken advantage of.
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