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A few days later...We sat down in our seats at the movies. I couldn’t help but shake as I thought of what was going to happen. The popcorn sat i..
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She doesn't have a home,anywhere to where she'd roam.She doesn't have a sister;will never have a special mister.She used to have a brother;he d..
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I now have a Goodreads account! It's just my name, David Kummer, and it's an author profile so if you have an account you could follow me and friend m..
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There are peopleand they're waiting in my dreams.They're faceless peoplebut they go to great extremesto communicateand to revealall of the secrets tha..
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Depression is messin'with our heads.We're all confessin'.Despite the therapy session,we have trouble seeing our blessin'.See from our facial expressio..
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I see the air, ever thin.And I wait for morning to begin.I'm not sure if it holds anything.There's so many hopes it could bring.But when I hope, I wil..
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Between you and me,I'm getting tired and stressed.All these things I cannot flee,so I pretend like I'm blessed. Between you and I, I think that I'd ra..
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I hope that Ican be your only guy.Hold you while you cry.Never say goodbye.If you were ever mine,I would make you shine.You'e the queen of cloud nine...
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The night falls sooner everydayand we're left alone in the dark.I don't always know what to saywhen she sits by me in the park.But around us sings the..
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Hide the way to my hideaway.
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