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Song I wrote for that girl I'll never have.

Returning to that special place/person/memory you use to call your own.

It's quite lame but I am not ashamed.

Ever feel hopeless and down? No? Well you will after reading this.

Little things you can do everyday to make life a little easier on you.

"Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moon light?"

Comparing childhood with adulthood. Don't try growing up too fast kids: Being an adult stinks worse that rotten eggs.

But do you not see, this is not where I should be?

The logic of a young adolescent hard hearted child.

We are but a continuous seed in the garden of life. Perhaps Death, Sleep, then Heaven? Perhaps Death, Sleep, a New Life?