joe-allayWhisper

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Live or Die alonelook around you, / and feel the air in the breeze, / filled with the freedom of a 1000 years.

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Life, a Battlefield...The scorching sun on the bare willow / Under the naked sky in the open world of cry / The silence inside the livid soul

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Prisoner of my ownself...When dreams turns to dust, / When lies reveals the truth / And when truth becomes the lie

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Circle of LifeWould you help me if I fall / Would you rise when I drown / Will the words of silence be broken

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When I dieSometimes when you feel alone / Someday that I have to go / Not Through my hands

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If Im ever going to let you goIf Im ever going to let you go, / I will bury all the pain we had, / The places we've been,

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Let's pretend we're lovers tonightLet's pretend we're lovers tonight / Hold me close and be mine / Things I would've said but not done

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Live before the duskWalking through the dark clouds of emptiness, / I gazed upon the stars in the sky / High up in the air, when my life was drifted away,

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What you believe is what you getBury your fears, and let it go.. / don't hold back, catch the blowing winds and ride towards the sun.. / let the pain strengthen your soul..

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Prisoner of MyselfA paper in black / Filled with a pen, pouring out the pain. / The cry of a thousand years

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@joe-allay

Indian

Joined 2011

As much as we need an air to live... writing is also an air for me to live..., its the way of expressing myself to this world and the way i vent my pain and loneliness to this world. It gave me the freedom to live and to the will to live more and made my pain worthwhile... I've been writing for quite a while now. But my writings were too vulgar, brutal and demonic, so after battling my life though the woods of pain, anger and loneliness I came to realize that by writing those ain't gonna ring the freedom bell. My writings are based on my experiences in this barren land of thirst and hunger. They are real to me and that is why I am still alive.Coz I still have a reason to live, to tell the world that after pain there will be joy and thats how life is."Pain always defines freedom". Peace..

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