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in hope we hold out for perfection,and test fate as our streams run dry,then look for answers in desperation,when we realise it has passed us by.in va..
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true, both pointless and unkind,to press play and then rewind.moments are not made to last,live in the present, not the past!medusa met and turned to ..
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celebrity self proclaimed, wherein lies your fame, lucky sheep exist to follow;glamour without purpose, empty beneath the surface, pied piper for the ..
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i live it, i breathe it, inside this me is tormented and defeated,a man alone, a man of stone, this spirit broken and depleted.lost for face by wicked..
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engulfed in a soft bed of colourful scented flora, itself,emmersed in an endless sea of deep green fields, and,overlooking a myriad of fine white sand..
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running without choice or direction, i cannot help but stop -to peer back at the burning walls of my own city of sodom,and linger in the painful demis..
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