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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 ..

Freedom is the feeling of grass beneath her feet With the blue sky the same shade as her eyes And it’s not much of a surprise: I’..

A world of exploration Lies right outside the window In the branches of a hazel tree. A world of wondrous question Stands right outside the door..