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If only there be a day,When the breeze blew a little milder,When the sun rose a little brighter,And the souls flying by,Passed with a pace just that m..
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Maybe
she did..as accused..alienate her self that is.. Maybe she said..a word
too many..to sell out her soul that is.. Maybe she already was..as
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"we sing our own melodies..unfinished though ..walk our own roads..
bare-footed, rough land.. we damn our own destinies.. break away the
links.. a..
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The desperation lingers on,The withdrawl triggered
dawn.A nefarious burn to give in,A manic desire takes over...As dies the
will within...Back to ..
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Back to my voidMy safe little placeA refuge from
my scarethe cold stricken airDisappointments galoreThe warmth that smile woreWiped it away..Dimmed
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Your tone turns grave, Your mind goes rave,You lock up the kid within,And you're all grown up?You turn cold,Your stride severely bold,Head before hear..
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How it doesn't always end bitter. Yet the people involved are hurt.
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When the voices begin to haunt..Those that'd soothed your soul..When you feel the chills aroundThe only ones who'd felt warm..When the cruel epiphany ..
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Losing all signals..
Giving up any vision..
Shut down my senses..
I'd like to resign from all the tension
Way too much happening..
Like a dark ..
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"The title could be misleading..and u might end up disappointed..'coz this was supposed to be a poem and it became too long..so made it into this.. no..
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