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Lost Soul, Not Searching Looking for immediate relief To cure you for the moment Of your inner grief Quick high, no time to cry numb, false happiness takes over Everything looks good When you're climbing the white cliffs of Dover Sadness hidden, mask protecting Could be anyone inside True identities gone for the moment White blanket does so well to hide Talk about the impossible Everything seems so clear no sign of darkness only the light is near Everything is achievable today But what about tomorrow? Start descending, blanket lifted here comes the sorrow The mask of reality hits Starkness is a dampener Mood sets in Lost feeling returned, positivity is hampered The possible now seems unachievable This day now unmanageable Light dims, darkness returns Nothing seems obtainable Not coping, Once again choosing the direction of oblivion Where all seems well No one can tell That internally you are struggling
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Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 11:59 AM UTC
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Lost Soul, Not Searching Looking for immediate relief To cure you for the moment Of your inner grief Quick high, no time to cry numb, false happiness takes over Everything looks good When you're climbing the white cliffs of Dover Sadness hidden, mask protecting Could be anyone inside True identities gone for the moment White blanket does so well to hide Talk about the impossible Everything seems so clear no sign of darkness only the light is near Everything is achievable today But what about tomorrow? Start descending, blanket lifted here comes the sorrow The mask of reality hits Starkness is a dampener Mood sets in Lost feeling returned, positivity is hampered The possible now seems unachievable This day now unmanageable Light dims, darkness returns Nothing seems obtainable Not coping, Once again choosing the direction of oblivion Where all seems well No one can tell That internally you are struggling
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Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 11:59 AM UTC
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