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Trying to give up what I think is mine
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Let me tell you of a boy,
A boy that I once knew;
This boy once lived in Illinois,
Close to where I grew.
He always loved to play the ..
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Sick, sedated, slothfeel the breeze of insect wingsfatal stagnation
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Magenta burningCirrus clouds surround the skyMajestic sunset
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Curiousitya doubt begets a questionleading to the truth.
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They were the warm tears that cool downwhen they touch the pillow,making a miniature puddle of memoriesthat can only be described as that.They can&rsq..
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Outside, the moon is alone in the sky and floats bright white in the ocean of the great black-blue on high. It illuminates slightly my surroundings, ..
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She said, “Brenden, you wearYour heart on your sleeve too much.If you do that, then it’s bound toBreak before you know it”Is my hear..
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Moon,why do you follow me?No matter how much speed my tiresante up against the asphault,you are still beside me.We race,You shine through treesand jum..
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Going over some old stuff...
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