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matthew-a-dumas
Utah Ah, when to the heart of man / was it ever less than a treason / to go with the drift of things, / to yeild with a grace to reason / and bow and accept the end / of love or a season.
Maybe if I just stop trying I'd finally do All the things I've said I've done All the promises I've made to you Maybe if I just stop thinking I will realize Too Much thought lays waste to words And true intention cauterize Maybe if I just start beleiveing In something less I will find peace inside And live without the stress But what if I just stopped breathing? Doesn't that sound great? I couldn't even question why There would be no debate
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
A little more of allot less
Love is like a tree, from begining to end When given the chance to grow and florish, it will reach for to the sky It will scar and heal, those wounds will always be seen Never ceasing to grow until slowly, they die. Looking upward for nourishment, and reaching down for the same If it shoots to fast for the heavens, without digging its roots in deep The first winds of turmoil will blow it crashing down and time will call it back, forever to keep.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
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New places, same sounds, same feelings Same job, same hours, new expectations Same friends, new friends, still alone Same body, same mind, New realizations Its hard to see time as always was, never end you have to let it ball its self into groups called moments And even a moment is bound to laps to and from another But we'll recall them all seperate, and call them a memory Time doesn't change, as Bowie made clear But i think i'd like to differ True time doesn't stop, and it works all the same My loss of hope, for each year, grows quicker and quicker.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
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