shanelle-bensonWhisper

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CreasedFolded, unfolded, folded…. / I will never have the choice of coming undone / Crashing, burning, and this relentless yearning

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Jan 28, 2010

Hope - MisleadingThe pain was now his existence, as he settled there to breathe, / No mortal would stop him from sinking beneath. / Too weak to get up and fight, too strong to try again,

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Jan 28, 2010

NineAnother plane went down today in the Atlantic / Nine miles off shore / Eight black cars sped by my window

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Jul 9, 2010

WarIt’s true what they say, about war / It’s the rich who start it, those that suffer being the poor / We work our butts off from day to day

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Jan 28, 2010

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