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Fickle and futile.I am forever fightingfor a chance to breakthe surface of the waterydudgeon that has taken me under.
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The streams have run stagnant.The air is stilland chills to the bones.You fought for so longuntil your little body hit over-drive.And you function on ..
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Man, you choose angerand it breaks my heart.I understand society says:"Big boys don't cry."With the words"Be a man"all weakness is condemned.All emoti..
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And me, I'll just keep dancingto the waltz inside my head.The world outside is long since dead.And if you'll ask me to come outside and play,I'll say ..
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They call this a funhouse,but I'm not so sure.The mirrors reflectlight ontodistorted facsimiles of my self.The jagged edgescatch my tattered clothing...
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It's like the cold.A little bit will chill,but it won't hurtlong-term.And as the layers built up,you developed frostbite.And the fingers and toes,the ..
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And everywhere you gothe world is frozen,blue-cold and covered in snow.And icy patches liebeneath the tentative pavement.And you, dear little soul,are..
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Is it by choiceor by default?Is it that waybecause it's allyou've ever known?Or has alone eclipsedthe fleeting dawnof love and friendshipyou once felt..
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There is no answer.There is no answer.She is fraught with "I don't knows."There is one answerabove all othersand it is this:Love.
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I toss and turnin the nightwith you just above my head,a demented lullabythat doesn't sing me to sleep.In fact, it gives me no peace.As I toss and tur..
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