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I'm tired of wasting time.
Need to get out of this rut.
But I don't know where to start,
I always freeze instead of run.
I need a plan,
a cour..
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You're welcome in this book of mine.
You're welcome to the pages of my mind,
where the things I left unsaid,
go to rest their heads.
You can fin..
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I don't wanna slip away.
Back into my mind to play.
I want to come, when you say when.
I don't want to slip away again.
I want to stay,
stay wi..
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The void that I see,
it's staring back at me.
Do those Black Curtains conce..
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Tree of Life.
Roots strong,
and divine.
Grows through earth,
up into the sky.
It's branches reaching,
both far and wide.
Our souls the leaves..
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an obsessive compulsive
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/Refuge in Rain(#11)
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/Refuge in Rain (#2)
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/The case of Cara (#4)
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/Refuge in Rain(#5)
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