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My irony sometimes plays tricks on me,
Seemingly draws pleasure out of my nights,
Where destruction is all I see
When he reads the last r..
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somehow, somewhere there's still an emptiness...
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The fourth
cold cemented square,
Visited by
an occasional breeze or dusty afternoons,
Sits a
lonely set of eyes,
With a smoke
and pen i..
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So this is
the way you chose,
A few cold
words over a budding rose,
A few badges
over another life,
But someday
you’ll know...
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Some like
others have tried and denied,
I pray for
my soul,
The hollow
grows louder,
Until the
night fakes my face,
It’s a
..
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the feeling of being misplaced...
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about a friend... who seems to have gone cold and distant...
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don't know what i was writing this about... the words just came...
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My car
stopped in the rain,
Is it you or
me in pain?
Three years
ago it was our delight,
Today the
seat’s empty and I only need..
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if you find life ... what can you do if not live it...
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