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Shards of glassshatter to the ground.Groping for the hopethat shards can be mended.But the glue isn't strong enough,the shards are too sharp to touch...
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Trying something new
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Staring at the petalsWatching them wiltRight below my fingers.At my fingertips,I feel warmth.Watching my fingersScurry across the keys,One note at a t..
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The fabric of each fragile drop,
The infinitely spreading salt,
The water's not as pure as hope,
But as the light dims, deep I go,
And rest my hea..
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Dunno! Just kind of came to me!
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She will hold onto simplicity that will be past.She will hold onto childhood happiness.She will hold onto all the coloring she thought was hard.She wi..
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None of these lines are written by me
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Fly away,Butterfly.This cocoonlong lost.Fly away,Butterfly.This flowerall dry.Fly away,Butterfly.Your homein clouds.Fly away,Butterfly.I'll watch youi..
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As if you could fly,as if you've tied a stringbetween you and me.As if you could soar,as if your wings steady,carry me.As if you're an angelhigh above..
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Loving light in her eyes,smile borne upon her lips,lips that would neveropento a sound.Her mother looked down.Sudden fear.Silent tears.In her hand, sh..
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