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07/07/09
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07/04/09
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06-26-09
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So many promises I could hardly contain,
Bright light left a sunburn like a stain.
Every day the light of hope slowly wanes,
Chances, I took many, ..
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Where life shimmered is now dim and cold,
The loss of senses that once provided balance,
Have brought this dilapidated mind crashing,
An epic colla..
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My hand turns the knob as my foot slips past the door,
A trumpeted creak flashes through the shadowed hall.
The path to escape is mired in a tired r..
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You might think living is a kind of wish,
The sun shining brightly upon pale skin.
Another's hand and mine so gently entwined,
Hair blowing like oc..
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Melancholy springs forth into a fortnight massacre,
A common disaster for those whose minds misfire.
Summer doldrums turn into fierce hurricanes,
T..
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I found the solution that quenches the fires,
The imaginary ideations and foolish desires.
It is a substance that needs no glass to conform,
Its sh..
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Days turn to weeks and months into years,
But time cannot make the impenetrable clear.
Surely it can ease the intensity of guilt,
But it cannot rev..
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