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A true vision fades from daylight with dilated pupils.A cross between the voluntary night and natural nightfall.A deadly mixture of exhaustion and a w..
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Hold off on gratitude,An end foretold by a light withdrawn.Matured walls hold the kindred within.An escape from reason,Fools to think gold lies at the..
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8 am and I'm sick of the sound of your voice.Your touch is a conductor to my soul's symphony.7 am and the morning destroys any concept of this lasting..
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No matter what we say,We never stop fighting at the end of the day,To reclaim a form of a voice,Once thought to be pure noise.Killing us slowly from b..
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A miracle is all it took to sell a dream.A magic beans for hope situation.There's too much thought in every motion,Pretending like I can't hear a miss..
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A wondrous laughter is heard in the distance.This time of year always brings smiles to those that want it.Requited love is achieved and a morning unde..
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Chasing a ghost in a morgue,The absolute objective of a mindful boy isTo hang up his tights and pick up aDisaster kit.He's gonna be the hero because n..
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With our new world connected,We show fear of connection.With our new world overhauled in commotion,We reveal our true intention.Awakened in a mental s..
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A watchful reminder of the last choice,A constant burden that love is looked at like a vice rather than a healthy addiction,But it was pleasurable whe..
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