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The broken clock
Shattered on the floor
Smeared with regret
Was fixed when I entered one day
So I can move forward
Slowly
As time heals all wounds
At least that’s what they say
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Another day, no feeling under the sun
again, when things are done,

does it matter who was there but didn’t help?
does it matter, those people who kept to themselves?

Maybe not.

Instead I’ll look to those who accepted me, who respected me
Who loved me since the beginning

It is not until this is realized, that it makes sense in our head
that true life begins, and our envy is shed.

Then confidence proudly burns

And feeling returns, the heat from the sun.

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Swiftly prancing
Around the ballroom
My putrid soul
Watches,
Prowls,
****** stains
Marked on my attention grabbing
Dress
The ones who came before,
Fooled by the lust in their hearts
Now have passed
With beautiful red running down their chest
Their fullest love
Mine to claim.
And here comes 2,
No, 3 more
Wanting my
Essence
Don’t they know?
I’m here for theirs.
The muffled screaming
And desperate pleading
A little too addictive

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