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the ride back home feet pedalling hard,wind whipping past my face,a wistful memory.faded like the worn photographs in my pocket,tinged with regret and..
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The wind passing by softly croons like the clarinet.Gathering momentum, the wind sweeps up debris as the graveling base joins in.Another gust of wind ..
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Behind the mask, she is broken,Cracking away her facade reveals her Desperate eyes calling for help, butEveryone ignores her as she keepsFalling deepe..
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Peeling paint off my fingers asI wait for my canvas to dry.My growling stomach reminds me That the fridge is empty.And there are still bills to be pai..
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Those 10 years I traded,For these 10 minutes on stage.They were worth all theblood, sweat, and tears, I gave.The endless applause,Raining down,Overwhe..
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When I was youngI knew nothingMy life had just begunBut death loomed in the shadowsTaking everything awayLeft me in despair.But in the darkSomeone pat..
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Future, present, pastWhat comes first is always lastTurning, spinning, world all blurredHiding behinda maskWhat is trueThe real youHiding, scared, con..
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Something died On that deadly nightA beautiful dream fellAnd lost its lightWithout a sayingOr a fightIt became chainedAnd lost its rightTears fellAnd ..
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Their love diedIn their heartsTheir love full of lies Broken to shardsIt was for the bestThey told each otherAnd so they leftAnd never got back togeth..
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