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They exist They have to They must I know they do I saw them Clearly I dug their bones out from underneath our feet But they turned to dust And now they feel the deserts I swear they were real They were as real to me as this paper and this pen I think that statement destroys my credibility a bit But I felt them If I felt them once Why don’t they come back? Why don’t they exist anymore? Why can’t I find them? Some people say it’s because they never existed I try not to believe what they say But the days go on And I become more susceptible to the heartless priest and vain churches But I fight with all my soul What if my soul doesn’t exist anymore either? What if it never existed? Could I stand that idea? It still exists I feel it that means something Maybe they exist in me now Because I feel them Or remember them, at least If I go deaf And I scream I wouldn’t hear it But I would feel it If I go blind And I cry I wouldn’t see the tears But I would feel my moist cheeks They are gone I am numb But at times I feel them Or I think I can feel them And for me That’s enough
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 3:08 AM UTC
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They exist They have to They must I know they do I saw them Clearly I dug their bones out from underneath our feet But they turned to dust And now they feel the deserts I swear they were real They were as real to me as this paper and this pen I think that statement destroys my credibility a bit But I felt them If I felt them once Why don’t they come back? Why don’t they exist anymore? Why can’t I find them? Some people say it’s because they never existed I try not to believe what they say But the days go on And I become more susceptible to the heartless priest and vain churches But I fight with all my soul What if my soul doesn’t exist anymore either? What if it never existed? Could I stand that idea? It still exists I feel it that means something Maybe they exist in me now Because I feel them Or remember them, at least If I go deaf And I scream I wouldn’t hear it But I would feel it If I go blind And I cry I wouldn’t see the tears But I would feel my moist cheeks They are gone I am numb But at times I feel them Or I think I can feel them And for me That’s enough
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david-casas
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 3:08 AM UTC
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