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I stare off...Past the night Stir the universe... With thoughts sublime Take back that...Which I've cursed And still...Love hurts ..

I never see dead chickens on the road.

The wild spirit I once was Like the flame So fluid But wisdom Is the tame I have the scars To prove it

I causeanguish untomyself Choosing to live among the dead Stumbling petrified through the forest mind And turn on thefog machine; self-..

True beauty goes beyond the eye

Has to be life of the party

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We all have a little darkness within us.

meaning touches hearts not flowery words

Too much hype by all my friends