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So many times have I sat in that dark roomUnder the table, In the cupboard.The hours wasted in the cornerBored...Tired...Overwhelmed...Annoyed...Dis..
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Remember the day that you two met
the train tracks bridge,
the rain so wet.
Remember back to your birthday night
he held your hand,
made it feel ..
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Sit quietly beside me hereThe world is alright Lend me your lonesome ear,
Shadow me in the night
The peace will comeAlong the tides of change
The..
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Some child, behind a whisper,
does live for music.
Longs,
To hear shimmering tones,
Melody, high, low, violin " Ashokan Waltz, A sock hop, Mozart...
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When we are children,
We see the world as chasing lives.
The paths of healers, killers,
Death, blood and knives.
In this world there is no clean,
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This life is not what I had expected. Not anymore. Somuch taken for granted over the years, so many things I let pass me by, and never once did I appr..
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Warmth. . .You hate me for being me,You hate me for what I do.You hate me for refusing to see,....I am unable to blame you.-I will protect you-Cold. ...
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So cold,So cold...Yet your blood is still warm,Congealing around my fingers,On our bodies,You struggle away,It doesn't work,It doesn't work...Embrace ..
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I only knew time had passed us by,With my questions echoing in darkness,Until they grow faint and die.But I asked myself what I'd done,How come I feel..
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And she remembers dying.-She woke up screaming,Hungry lungs gasping for life,Filling with the breath ofDead air and dust.Dark eyes flickering from sid..
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