![Enduring Devotion: all gone](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/235afed42ea7f38a97e92644df5464e2.jpg) |
Was it fun to toss me around?From time to time, till you saw fitI could have sworn I resented youBut the past would always prevailHow could I, How cou..
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![Holding Onto](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/62e00335aa1284001da09baf61417af2.jpg) |
And I'm still holding ontoWhatever's left behind, nowI don't want to let it goAnd I don't want to leave themScattered like they never wereLike ashes t..
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![Amygdala](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/294193ddea7f47bb32db3e5f61fc6d3c.jpg) |
"There is no illusion, greater than fear"
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![Dark Hours](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/0af892473ea8bfa4102e5fcd265797a1.png) |
"Is there anyone who's afraid of losing me?"
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![A Past](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/d46d94ba4097046bcfb50b0b6064eaea.jpg) |
"Some nights I wish I could go back in life, not to change things, just to feel a couple of things twice."
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![Await](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/0d5afb1d63b63e59d8c8334ebdfab269.jpg) |
"Waiting is the great vocation of the dispossessed."
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![Utopia](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/3723b608a8b2ec7c7bb72b651f1ebdd6.jpg) |
Oh the place I have found I don't want to leave,A utopia where I can make my dreams come true;It's so beautiful and surreal, like a paradise I've been..
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![Self-Acceptance](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/0b33d464fdc687bac7671bc901eeea58.jpg) |
Inside of us, is all that we needA journey of acceptance, no longer a heed
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![This world is a lie](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/928077d48c2ae8ac70b4972aace4869b.png) |
This world is a lieAnd I am living a lieI dont want to be hereBut somehowGravity pulls me hereI just want to leaveBut somehowI am pulled back hereBack..
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![Don't mourn](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/a2333564708c7e33a7cca41e8e380b63.jpg) |
Don't mourn for meforever in each passing daythe grief torturesI am not the one you wanted me tobeI am but a broken dreamThey say, all good things mus..
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