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This world brings to much pain,
I am connected to it all.
I feel to much, most feel too little.
None understand me,
Sometimes not even my lover.
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There’s nothing but burning sky,
In this desolate land.
And I’m sitting in my own grave,
Digging through this sand.
All that I have,..
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I've been raised in a lie,one that still fools them.but they think I'm the fool and dammed.I cannot live this way,nor do I want to.My addiction to har..
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Time, Such a funny trick. Think there's always enough, It's games can be sick. Time takes away, Yes it sometimes can heal. But it's a thief, All time..
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Why wont you touch me? You don’t hold me through the night. What’s holding you back? What haven’t I done right? You don’t want..
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Don’t critique my emotions,
They're not yours to feel.
Don’t critique how I choose to express them,
Just writing those words help me h..
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I can’t breath in this ocean of emotion,
I’m trapped in self hating, loathing, doubt with no escaping.
I can’t move on, though I t..
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Do you ever listen to instrumental? Where the music can just speak. So full of emotion it needs no words, But yet your mind creates images...as to re..
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The worlds take on beauty
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Memories are flooding, And haunting my core. It’s been a few years now, You walked through deaths door. It wasn’t your time, But you decid..
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