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Where have they gone?all these people who I started off withthey did not even leave a notewhere has it gone?the passion?where did it go?I feel people ..
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maybe one day I'll fly,
maybe one day I'll be free
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I think my life has come to an end,but I can still see tears drop splatter against the keyboard,because I've crossed a line and I don't think there's ..
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speak to me, dear irony.
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my head spinsI am covered in blood"oh my! she jumped""please...don't touch me"they stare in awe,the color gone,jaws dropped"I..can't remember who I am..
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dearest,the color bleeds,the ink cuts through the paper that gently pleadsmind withers in graythe horizons far to an edge,she does not see,she does no..
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I wonder how exactly you are.
I see no point in asking-I see no point in asking.
You turn and say you don't care,
I follow up with a fake ear to e..
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childish thoughts
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~sometimes~ I feel as if I were lost within a dream that belongs to no one. Sometimes, I can't help but fall apart. Sometimes, I wish to no longer be ..
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There's a lot going through my mind-quick write nothing down whatever crosses my mind
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