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Just a few paces more,Barely crawling along the floor,Relief within a bottle still,A mist to break the dying chill.A mask to relieve the stress,A rag ..
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Sometimes giving up is for the best
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When you meet him and he sweeps you off your feet, I hope you can remember me.
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A cry for those who couldn't find the right words. Who feel alone, used, and tossed aside. A shout in the dark at the light at the end of the tunnel. ..
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With my hands in the cookie jar,I didn't make it quite as far,As I would have liked, since I've developed a taste,For all the delights that you've pla..
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A soul that managed to lose his way,A poet who can't find the words to say,An artist who can't pick the right color,A daydreamer who's always wrapped ..
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Only a note,Left on her bed,All of the words kept within his throat,Everything that he hadn't said.Small enough to be held in her arms,Yet never immun..
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Everyone always says, "There's someone out there waiting for you. There's someone out there for all of us."
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