kevin-lawrenceWhisper

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DestructionMy heart aches, I can feel it. It hangs low in my chest beating. / The pounding creates tsunamis that empty my mind only to come rushing back all the realities that preexisted. / They preexisted in my mind like a psychic generically explaining my life only to be brutally right.
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Mar 17, 2010
It's Hard To Sleep SometimesI do not live with a peaceful mind. / Every night it shows itself. / Like a selfish blind, I fear the light
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Feb 15, 2012
Living DreamsI hang on to life dreaming, / Waiting for it to let me free, / Holding my breath in darkness.
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Mar 18, 2010
lovelove is a cause for desperation / cancer of the heart / fortunes found
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Oct 14, 2010
MisunderstoodMisunderstood / Making decisions that some may find hard to swallow. / Ethically, my soul may seem hard to follow.
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Oct 2, 2010
TimeHer head hangs like an anxious child / Staring intently at the toy on the floor / She wants something to play with
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Mar 5, 2012
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