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I wake up in the pale blue glaze;
The green flash of the alarm is telling me to sleep
But I can't,
Dreams too strange now haunt the sheets.
The ac..
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I lay on the bed
staring at the celling
Seether blasting in my ears
downstairs you are still yelling
he'ssobbing and screaming
strangely simultan..
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I'm writing, what does it look like I'm doing?
don't you take that pen away
I don't care what you say
I'm going to do it anyway
take away the pen ..
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They were going to change warfare forever, our perfect instuments of destruction. But the experiment was a failure. If only we could have known what o..
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I'mtired of fighting. Sometimes it seems like my life is just a series of adrenalin highs, building one upon the other until the crash comes and I'm a..
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How can I move forward if i do not fist step back? The question pains me because I know what i have seen and done and the remembrance is not a happy o..
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Un petit poeme francais.
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There was a girl named Melody,
who had the gift of Harmony.
Whatever was sung, no matter how sweet,
she could with ease, her own voice meet ..
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Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
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keep playing
thesmooth, slow music.
no hatred,
just sweet longing forthose old,
happy times.
with their mellow keys,
brazen tones,
sad words of..
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