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The lights of street came in through the trees as I breathes in so slow, Trapped in in my mouth please stop staring at me Ask why I’m looking so low . I fall through the asphalt in to the hands of the dirt and come closer to something that gives some sense of purpose . I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost so lead me to the end of the dock I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost I believe in the future, but not in the one that I want . So how do I feel this way? When I’m afraid of everything? The way my chest wakes up and sings. So how do I live When I’m hiding under the sheets The way my eyes still search for something
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
Unfinished at Grants Pass
The lights of street came in through the trees as I breathes in so slow, Trapped in in my mouth please stop staring at me Ask why I’m looking so low . I fall through the asphalt in to the hands of the dirt and come closer to something that gives some sense of purpose . I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost so lead me to the end of the dock I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost I believe in the future, but not in the one that I want . So how do I feel this way? When I’m afraid of everything? The way my chest wakes up and sings. So how do I live When I’m hiding under the sheets The way my eyes still search for something
Sam1955
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Sam1955
English
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
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