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When one bird flies,The others follow.On that day I will no longer have any sorrow.Soon my invisible cage will become hollow.
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Entered a roomfull of ....emptiness,I pause not knowing which way is out,Which way is in,Looking inside, it was always there,It's depth suffocating, i..
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Soul wanted...Emotionally poor,Mentally bankrupt,Will amend my dues with interest,homeless heart, actively in search of my once qualified Soul!
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The moons collide.
In opposite directions, violently, magnificent.
Lonely days, painful days
And the nights I find myself shouting at the Moon.
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Story of a tormented soul ...
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