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The decibel level of the terror was deafening.My ears were ringingHeart pounding, a pulsating grit inside my chest.Jackhammer...-ammer...-ammering awa..
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The Chronicles,tales that won't abate.Of you...and I.Chronically chroniclingmy dreams of goodbye.The inveterate nightmare,circling the drain.The chron..
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Chronic.She says she'll come to--one day.But one day came and went.Chronic, in my bones and joints.Chronic, there is no escape.No get-away.Fly-away dr..
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Heroism, heroism.Hear ye.Hear ye.He calls it aloud.But when the deed is done, he is shocked.Don't worry, he'll find a wayto make himself a hero out of..
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Seven years later,and I’ll never forget.No words could describethe way I feel without you by my side.My sister,My best friend.Long-gone, but nev..
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I see you,happy, content, and smiling.You look and sound just like you.The you I once knew.But alas, you are my friend no more.Just a mirror image.Car..
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Little girls who stop dreamingbecome big girls who cannot cry.The tears don't come down.Half asleep...half-awakehalf-way here, halfway there.Halfway t..
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People throw sticks at plastic houses,but they don’t breakbecause they’re not real.Yet I feel an awakening stirring in my bones.A coming h..
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I could work an insipid jobthat just makes me want to cry.Or I could dream a new dream,by and by.A dream resurrected,from the past.to put it to rest?o..
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The DreamThe death of a dreamis a terrible thing.A terrible thing indeed.I reach for it,its happenstance swathes escape me.To fight for it?To seize th..
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