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The perpetual sound
abuses the patrons,
like shrapnel in a congested room.
Their ears raped by deep bass and shallow lyrics.
Yet, they are oblivio..
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There are times in lifethat come to define who we are.We kiss for the first time,we laugh and we fight.We adore and we suffer.Either way, the times ke..
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The junction,the road.A way to reach the end,through death and arrival.Two distinct paths,one ever so more impactful than the other.Results speak for ..
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Feelings that I don't fit in,Only have one or two friends,A job that's insecure,And a heart that needs a cure.I am trapped inside my mind,Penning thou..
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A confession from a hoop fiend.
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His heart speaks in silence,Though it rocks his soul,And while he tries to ignore it,It fulfils its role,Reaching out to the future,But holding on to ..
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I fly like them pilots,Like them hi-tops,Grab them while you can,'Cause soon they'll switch them lights off,And then they're gone,Like your lover,Left..
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Trapped in the present,Though it's a time of past tense.Searching for the future,But blindness Rekes Havoc.Not a King,But a burden.Give me strength fo..
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Isolated.Along the lonely road they fall,Against his will,Like leaves on a cool Autumn's day.He tries to resist it,Tries to fight the inevitable,And f..
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Forged lines from a corny movie,This was all he could muster.After thirty years of marriage,This was all he cold muster.And she hated him for it, righ..
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