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Now, that would be cheating.The question belongs to you.Hints are all I can provide, merrily watching you search.Anyway, what was the question?
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Just a distraction, if even for a moment.Feels like the sun on my shoulders.For a second, I can forget, and listen to the world around me.Revel in the..
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Just a blanket, something to hold close,Give a bit of warmth, and you can still wipe your tears.When you wake in the morning, still there, and we can ..
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I feel it coming. The smell is in the air.So, I wait for the rain to fall.Then, I can look up, and disguise my tears.
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Nothing was wrong, nothing to worry about, just some music.How was Simon and Garfunkel supposed to be wrong?Sure, mixed in some Judas Priest, and a to..
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I already know the answer, but no reason why I shouldn't ask.Why?Let those who want to, not one who enjoys the quiet. meant to be a voice from the bac..
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Yes, I am back to the same old topic, but I can't help but wait for the response.This is all an exercise. and I suddenly feel weak
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I ask myself, and don't receive an answer.Blame the world around me, let alone choices made, but when did it happen?Still, I am patient, and doubt is ..
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I want to dive in, let the water sooth my soul, but I must restrain myself.So, I sit on the dock, feet in the water.Let the fish nibble on my toes.
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Constant conversations lead to one thing. Doubt.I wish it was only a matter of words, but there are consequences.No resolutions, and a sense of despai..
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