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I close my eyes, let the memories subside And try to find a part of me still alive With pressure to regroup, but then I picture you I try running..

Perkiset is a anchor, for the dangers From the strangers of the angry and famous I have heard you long before, You are so angy with me, you feel ..

My own blindside

Safe. Warm. Owned by alarm. Swallowed by the storm Yet safe from democracy Saved by the satisfaction of All of our reactions; so tough Wrapped..

Broken jaw must be relevant, ’cause it hangs in despair Insanity, rebellion; It’s all but a glare Overwhelming, reliving, this fee..

A poem I wrote as I reflected on a time when I thought everything was perfect, only to find out the opposite.

Demented World

The lost soul is taken advantage of.