william-timothy-kirschWhisper

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Darkest Before the DawnIt's always darkest before the dawn, / so stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong. / Let's lay together in the dark,
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Feb 29, 2012
DreamI am but a humble artist, / you are but my noble queen. / You can tell me what to think,
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Jun 25, 2013
HomeI finally figured out what I want in life... I want a place to call home. A place away from the rest of the world. I used to think I wanted to live in a big city, but I don't. I want to go away. Away from the people who care, away from the people that don't. I want to go away. I can't hurt anyone that way, nor can they hurt me. I want to go away. It hurts too much to care. I want a home where I can't be hurt. A place that will keep me from the ones I love who I always hurt so much. I want a place where nothing matters, not death, life, love, or hope. I want a place where I know everything's safe and I know everything will be okay. A place where I know the world isn't tearing itself apart at the hinges. A place where people will greet each other by name instead of by insults. A place where love can still exist without pain. A place where you don't have to hurt inside. A place where you don't accidentally hurt someone's feelings because they weren't taught that they were worthless. I know that this place can never be though. I can never truly have a home. Until then, I want to go away.
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Jun 24, 2013
Life JourneyI look back on my life, / seeing through the strife, / to the underlying good,
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Feb 29, 2012
My Eyes Are ShutMy eyes are shut. / I cannot see. / No-one around,
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Feb 27, 2012
MyselfI've seen the best and seen the worst, / but it occurs to me I might be cursed. / I've had good times and bad,
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Feb 27, 2012
Sixteen StepsSixteen steps away from death, / you stop and take a breath. / You step forward three more steps,
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Feb 29, 2012
Starting AnewI've lived a life of misery, / and lived in such a fantasy, / that fun wasn't fun,
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Feb 27, 2012
The bottle on the shelfI reach for the bottle, when I feel some new loss, / and it's the bottle, that shows me who's the boss. / I reach for the bottle, to cope with all the pain,
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Feb 27, 2012
The endless sea.I swim alone and think, / no longer teetering on the brink. / I've left the ledge behind me,
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Dec 10, 2012
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