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Nudged by someone, maybe it would be spoken word, if I read the words aloud.Yes, I did not take it well.There is a reason I choose the genre.I write a..
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I know, seems meaningless.You rage along the street, knowing you make a moment of change.I sit with one tired, soon to be gone.Wasting my time giving ..
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When? Soon.Never quick enough.Waiting for a bit.Hands need to be able to fly.Just ibuprofen. Rest would dull the mind. Pain is irrelevant.So, two, ma..
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For me, ones in passing, and i struggle to remember.I bumped into something, moving a bit to fast.I just see the aftermath.Story of my life.Tired of s..
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I wish a song could heal me, rather than inspire me.No need for pills, or other prescriptions.Just music playing, healing not only the soul, but the ..
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Every now and again, you show up, and it always has to be at the crossroads.You should at least try something new.Just because a moment of doubt occur..
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Someone can play the horns.I realize this is ticking off the neighbors, but not like it is my place.I sit outside, cooking dinner, and I listen.They a..
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No reason to hold onto those memories. Let them fade away.Nothing matters.Everything you tried to accomplish. Let it go.It doesn't matter.Visions of a..
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Think before you take action.Don't rip it from the air, leaving feathers drifting to the ground.Don't attempt to cage it, taking away freedom, and so ..
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The story is old, and some may not recognize it.The message behind it should be remembered.Wind and Sun, have a contest of strength, trying to make a ..
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