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In a quiet voice I know what to say, in a loud voice I wish I never had spoken.
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Just a reflective thought on my 16-year-old life...a true story...
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For years I’ve wondered as I wept,
What’s the use of things I’ve kept?
Dusty, broken, put away,
Is there a reason for the thing..
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Produced by literature class...
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I don’t know where you’ve gone.
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Born.
Shining above me my crucible sun,
With me from the day life had begun,
Warning me of my soul’s worst fears,
Guiding my h..
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Laying alone in the dark is kind of
the last thing you want to do before you go unconscious, right?
Doesn’t that sound as joyous as ..
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Fostered rage inside me,
so blatant and uncured,
fills departed voids of sadness,
and searing pain that I’ve endured.
remnants of the pieces..
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Kind of inspired by "Fix You" by Coldplay
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My longing heart pulses,
bound by your iridescent glow,
Counting your quickening footsteps,
I watch you come and go.
You cannot see me slippin..
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