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Intentionally breaking the bind's of mortality.
I can see a road in the distance,
My thoughtsviolently stirinto a crescendo.
Continuously seeking p..
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Memory that will not fade, don't leave me,unabletodirect the emotion in other ways.
Leaving me this time inpain and silence, Withdrawls of the feelin..
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When death becomes man's best friend, the gun ispressed tothe temple.
Life no longer matters, Crying becomes easy, and Love is no longer able to exis..
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Undefined man. Indentified friend. Comfort rarely found, givinby yourfirst words.
What a strange comfort. From that of a perfect stranger. Still seed..
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I am the wind, I am the sound,
I am the future and the past,
I am a girl, I am a goddess,
I am the one you can't seem to get rid of,
I'm like a ..
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Living in the dreams of yesterday, Faithless and lost in tomorrow.
Bullied into my deep dark silence, dying in a painfilled sorrow.
Society is a gia..
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Holding on tightly, for your dear life. Dont leave me my friend, it's not time to die.
The shadows dance around us. The wind sings through the tree's..
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Life is a beautiful mess. I sat on a high mountain top in the desert to observe my surroundings. With the dirt beneath my toes I feel the warm wind bl..
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Follow the voices in the wind. The spirits are speaking lightlyto those who listen, you would never know.
Your claustrophobic mind disables you to id..
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The sun is shining bright. His love is warm. The comfort of his arms is healing whats been wounded. Life's livable again. Maintaining composure is sud..
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