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I’m feeling threatened again Not by you this time, But by my own hand. The sky comes falling down. You’re a hollow man, So true, B..

the alarm clock Moved and it's started again: I'm seeing things and a voice belonging to the throat of a Ghost is saying my name too slow. ..

94 steps to Freedom where the river falls down down down beautiful roaring flowing roaring beautiful wild free 94 steps to freed..

Wrapped up in the moment Of the sheets and the wild, wavy hair She’s a beauty to see, Seen by only me And all the boys whose name contains..

“ Forget it. Forget I even said a word. You know what I hate about you? Of Course not, because you haven’t listened To this same e..

Ceaseless salty tears Run down my cheeks And soak through my soul. I’m tired of crying, But I’m not quite Sure how to stop. Give..

You don’t know what it is to love. The grandeur, the splendor, All is lost on an unthinking heart. The humbleness of a subtle look, All ..

Is it over? (It feels over) The sad thing Isn’t that I’m Always sad, But that I Can’t decide, Can’t make up My mind ..

Blank pages, Empty pens, Waiting for life to begin To start again. Inexplicable sights Fill my eyes, my life. The sky engulfs me Spiraling the ..

Putting the name to the nonexistent face As my eyes fall on those who were never really there Wandering without a care; I’m not who I say I ..