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Don't cry my love,the tears will never dry up if your heart cannot heal.Don't worry my love,the years will never find you if your soul is always sick...
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Point A to Point B, far too short, too far to see.Never ending black top from aconcretejungle long ago.Countless miles covered from desert to ocean an..
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The puppet pulled ongossamer strings,a ring of fire beneath its wings.Cot up into smoldering sky, angry as the day goes by.Driven mad by its singular ..
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This body is but a prison. I am but a soul.Beautiful in every way, more than can be imagined.This body is but a maniacal parasite. I am but a helpless..
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Inspired by Chris G Vaillancourts' Neon Signs.
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This vessel has been filledWith every thought that I have killed.To the brim, I'm on the rimmOn the edge and sincking.This ship has seen its wrecksDis..
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"Write!""Write what?""Write something!""Something about what?""What about you writeabout writing about what!""What about what should I talk about?""Ta..
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Silent tears fall, in the pain of it allThe moans become shrieks as I try not weepa spring from the depths of my soulThe tears become rain to carry my..
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I cannot find within myself, the courage to forgive myself, the wrongs that I have done.
I cannot see within this fear, to find out what has put it ..
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Oh I love this.
I would clean the blood off the blade with the tip of my tongue,
but there is no blood to clean. So crisp the cut,
the blood flo..
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