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Why does it always sound like a conversation?Let me tell you a secret.Each word, said so quietly, is heard by someone.I don't know who, but I know the..
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It spills over, and your actions become tainted.The more they build, harder it becomes.You begin to doubt yourself.Wondering, was it all caused by som..
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Started with words of anger, and I stopped.Not because they did not exist, but why should I pass them along?So, I will search for something different...
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Yes, it is a bitter garden, but one meant to take away the pain.For each a seed, representing a life.So, if you have the time, plant a seed, each give..
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Yeah, my beliefs seem to come from the early '60's,I want to believe a change can be made.Sure, I am a bit jaded. I walked in East Berlin.Times change..
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Holding it in hurts the most.Seeing it on another face, feels like a bitter echo.Conversations are useless, and never remembered.Given the chance, all..
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Have you noticed?Maybe it is just me, but so many are missing.Granted, some of us stay in the background. Coyote is the top.Jacob who will now be the ..
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It can stand alone. Not the climax, even a subtle clue.One little step, stepping away from the story.No one seems to notice, but for some reason they ..
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Sorry, going off on another tangent.How do you know who you are?Observations vary, leading to confusion.Now,brush that aside, and come to a basic conc..
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The words are never enough.How do you describe a dream?It seems so simple. Just speak a few words.What if they are not understood? Step back and chang..
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