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Waking UpFor the first time in a long / I refused to awaken from my sleep. / I stayed withing the realm of dreams.
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Mar 2, 2012
I Can't StopI can't stop writing. / I can't stop feeling sad. / I can't stop being nervous.
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Aug 9, 2011
When Comedy Makes You Feel SadI like to laugh, just like you. / It's what makes me happy. / But when I see your inner shrew
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Aug 9, 2011
Past of PerceptionWhen it's been three years, after a real bad break up. / You think you would be over it, to empty out the hate cup. / You truly do believe that you can just forget it all.
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Jul 30, 2011
Deciding on Bad DecisionsSo lets drink all day and fight all night. / Don't worry it'll be alright. / I got the bandages and cleaning stuff.
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Jul 20, 2011
I Have No Money for BoozeI have no bills for booze. My teenage dreams are shattered. / My presence in this thin veil of life depends on if I'm hammered. / But I have no dollars, no coins or even checks.
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Jul 20, 2011
Shooting DreamsA magazine for an M16. / An ACOG scope to sight the hope. / A 12" barrel to guide death.
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Jan 17, 2011
I AmI am evil. / I am cruel. / I am benevolent.
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Jan 15, 2011
I Don't Like ThatI wrote some words with lots of meaning. / I wrote them strong and proud and bold. / I threw them all down, pen to paper.
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Jan 6, 2011
The Life of a WhoreRant, rant, complain, complain. My words fall out like summers rain. Adore, adore, give me more. The heart on my sleeve is an open door. / Begin, begin, end and end. No one will feel my true love again. / Weep, weep, sweep and sweep. My dirty secrets are mine to keep.
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Jan 6, 2011
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