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We've painted this canvass,
now we wipe our brushes clean.
We've grown so much,
yet we still know nothing.
Am I the only one sees the beauty insi..
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Your eyes, these lies; it's my disguise.
Contemplate
In scripted lines, resides; my demise.
Reverberate
I want you to know...
I want you to ..
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Every time I close my eyes. The only thing I see is your eyes staring back. Every lie I ever told, magnified; at least inside my mind. I confess, I'm ..
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Let's raise a toast! This very well could be the last night for us all. Let's say a prayer for all the fallen ones we lost. I'm just afraid that we ha..
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The way you live, it takes my breath away.
To watch you change, and throw this all away. Trust in the words I say.
There's no escape this time.
Th..
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I remember those good ol' days, though it's not that long ago. Summer, fall, spring, and winter; through all the drought and snow. Scraped knees and f..
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Scarlett letters and red wedding, like a phantom refrain. Wireless revolution, chemical solutions pervade the brain. White noise and static streak the..
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Anyone that writes faces it. Sometimes it lingers, sometimes it's quick. Simply my take on writer' block. Embrace the void and those uncomfortable mom..
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