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One midnight up The man to be, the troubled boy woke up feeling sully, undignified Vexed by an unwavering Storm in his mind, Torn, tired and tearful at last About the facade he portrays Good actions, he wants shown But are being overtaken, over-showed By chagrin from wanton tendencies Hope he is not giving up Maybe he'll let go of it all Take over his life and forget it all Become an honest man and move on The troubled boy wants help Distraught of mind, peace has dwindled from within him Pulsating reminders of who he wants to be Try to revert the lost boy back to the right path But a transition is taking root Forcing a recognition of accepting to Live a life only one way, disclosed Must facades come tumbling down And hiding faces shown light Or Must hiding faces be buried up And facades become true sights The troubled boy will decide
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Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC
The Troubled Boy
One midnight up The man to be, the troubled boy woke up feeling sully, undignified Vexed by an unwavering Storm in his mind, Torn, tired and tearful at last About the facade he portrays Good actions, he wants shown But are being overtaken, over-showed By chagrin from wanton tendencies Hope he is not giving up Maybe he'll let go of it all Take over his life and forget it all Become an honest man and move on The troubled boy wants help Distraught of mind, peace has dwindled from within him Pulsating reminders of who he wants to be Try to revert the lost boy back to the right path But a transition is taking root Forcing a recognition of accepting to Live a life only one way, disclosed Must facades come tumbling down And hiding faces shown light Or Must hiding faces be buried up And facades become true sights The troubled boy will decide
December 2009
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emanuel-martinez
Mexican
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC
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