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Life is a choice,grow wise out of it.Trouble is a toy,play with it.Let your heartscream out aloud;We are, what we make of it..Past is a baggage,get ri..
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those abandoned roads, I travelto seek out my disillusioned castle.with a broken compass in handsI've set off to Utopian lands.as the winds befriend m..
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let me down this keg of beerfor the old times sakeas I soak in its playful ache.let me hop onto the nostalgic trainto ride into the youthful fountaina..
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Once, long agoI floated those little paper boatsdown the sparkling stream.I gazed at them in abundant joyas they sailed one by oneto a land far away.S..
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ITalkto myself,am IHalf emptyor Half full ?It'snot the sumptuous mealthat I care about,but my soul.Itain'tthe conundrum thatI yearn to solve,but mysel..
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These days,I look and feel like a bear.I wear a big baggy underwear,don't give me a stare,it might tear.Mirror me, I dare,Glass will shatter if I bare..
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The barren windsblow acrossmy healed scarstying a knotof unbearable sighs.The fleeting questionsthat I hidein my bare bosomlynches mein veins of pain...
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On a long autumn evening,I sat by the bench on the hill,overlooking the vast pacific coast.the hustling cars gasped for speedon an unending free-way,t..
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Italk of a Matchstickthat lent fireto my candle.It had afierce headof gunpowderwith a slender tailof ageing wood.It ponderedall whileand wishedfor a n..
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Sunbathed in apple red,Clouds flavored in vanilla,The air smells of mischiefAs the parched rain chimes.O' the lovely blushOf the cheeks.O' the call of..
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