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Real or MakeBelieveSo tell me did it happen? / Are you real or make believe? / I keep thinking it didn't happen,
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Dec 17, 2013
SadnessThere is a sadness inside of me, that threatens the core my being. It lives and breathes inside of me. I try to stamp it down, to pin it's spiraling tentacles here and there, leaving them set to infect only very small areas. But this sadness and I are one of the same organisms. If I move, it moves, It wiggles it's way free and starts creeping up on me, first in my dreams and then it works it's way into my reality. It settles in my chest and expands, leaving me slightly gasping for breath as it won't let me breathe...the panic builds and slowly consumes me. And I'm lost. Lost to the sadness. Lost in the sadness. / And then I find me. I pull myself up, and lock the sadness down, encase it in concrete inside of me, inside of my heart. And I harden. Slowly the sadness is turning my heart to concrete. Beat by beat it slows. Until the transformation is complete. Strong to the core, stronger than ever before, my sadness and me.
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Nov 5, 2013
between hello and goodbyeyouve caught me between a hello and a goodbye, / right in the middle of my incessant high. / wait. no, thats a lie.
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Jan 4, 2013
untitledWould you walk a mile? / Just to make someone smile, / Give anything just to make their while?
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Jan 4, 2013
UntitledI could tell you my hopes, / I could tell you my dreams. / But you'd just sell me some story,
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Jan 4, 2013
Garden Of Edenthere's a light that shines upon a tree / in the garden of Eden, / and under this tree there's a marvelous bench,
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Jan 4, 2013
realization of a cold heart.it creeps upon her now, / so cold and unwilling to let down. / mercy is not in its wake,
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Jan 4, 2013
Riveri want to be like a river, / beauty at every depth, / i want to be like the wind,
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Jan 4, 2013
Oceani used to feel like you were deeper than the ocean / and i could hide my secrets in you darkest depths.. / and you would protect them...
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Jan 4, 2013
The FoolIts late tonight, / and you just got here, / or maybe I just got there,
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Jan 4, 2013
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