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Sometimes,I think my life as water colour.A mixture of blue,A dab of charcoal black.A streak of yellow sun.At times I can only focus on the colour,I c..
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He
sits in the crowd with his mask of gold.
Pretending
and conforming to be.
Pretend
to pretend.
As
the mask pulls tight.
As
he walks through..
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This one is dedicated to a close friend.
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War, a cruel business?
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“I'm
Locked in my room all day and all night, consumed by a virtual
world.”
Game
over.
I
read,
It
rolls across the screen.
..
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In honor of that special day.
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Look
at the sky its lite by fire.
Lite
by a blazing ball.
A
deep red that burns the horizon.
A
blue that keeps it's calm.
And
stars that fl..
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I
carry a key.
A
golden one; In which I call my heart.
I
keep it safe, carry it,
Shielding
it from war.
At
times I've thought I've lost i..
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The
definition of normal: conforming
to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.
I
am a normal kid. I am a normal kid. I am a normal kid. At..
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For my mother and to her amazing faith in Jesus Christ.
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