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How very sad...she is broken.How redundant...the words left unspoken.Are you shaken?While the grief thunders inside of you!Did you FEEL her breaking?H..
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Something calls to the broken man,to befreelike me.Something all to enticingto be broken like he.He never was a sharp mannever one to see the liesunti..
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t is the contrast that is beautiful,the bold lines between me and you.It is themotionsthat deem usworthy,of the things we hold on to.It is not a lette..
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Somebodyspoke of a reckoningyou know I felt there tears.Theyburnedjust like a whit hot fire,marking my flaws and my fears.I took asecond glancehoping ..
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Sleeping with translucent eyelidsand you still fail to see the starswhen waking to the white noiseit all you hope for, its all you are.For what kind o..
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What if it is all a lie?Everything that you know...Twisted by the hands ofmen,who could not let there power go.Tell me when did all the dragons die?Wi..
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I saw youdecisionas it played across your eyes,I closed my own Iheldmy breathe...I prayed to God I would not cry.I asked him for the strength, because..
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There is apredatorin the shadows,a man with a need,a heart with a false tick...a growing sickly greed.There is a predator in theshadows,a man on the h..
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A quaint yourself with clarity...When you look into the lies.Shake handswith misconceptions,and half heartened tries.Kiss only angels...perfections ha..
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There is not time for a prologueI am afraid we are going to have to jump right into an unrelenting storythat still has not seen an endTo an unforgivin..
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