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**It seems like magic, the way we used to have it No responsibilities, unaware of all our capabilities The world was so much more mysterious The second hand ticks away and the minutes that follow make up 86400 seconds in the day Hours pass, days go by Memories last and until the day we die We try our best to stay strong, do whatever we have to, to hold on To the things we love Lines in our faces get a little bit clearer Every time we take a good look in the mirror Is the person you see, who you want to be? Or are you living for someone else, not just physically, but mentaly? Dig deep inside, rip out what you don't like Throw it on the ground, step on it, cut it up with a knife This is what tears away at your heart, this is whats eats away at your conscious, this is what makes you do all the things you don't really have to ... The way we used to have it, wasn't really magic It was pure, now that we are polluted we will spend eternity searching for a cure At least a mystery will still remain... Is this all just a big game?** -J.A.M
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
A Realistic Innocence
**It seems like magic, the way we used to have it No responsibilities, unaware of all our capabilities The world was so much more mysterious The second hand ticks away and the minutes that follow make up 86400 seconds in the day Hours pass, days go by Memories last and until the day we die We try our best to stay strong, do whatever we have to, to hold on To the things we love Lines in our faces get a little bit clearer Every time we take a good look in the mirror Is the person you see, who you want to be? Or are you living for someone else, not just physically, but mentaly? Dig deep inside, rip out what you don't like Throw it on the ground, step on it, cut it up with a knife This is what tears away at your heart, this is whats eats away at your conscious, this is what makes you do all the things you don't really have to ... The way we used to have it, wasn't really magic It was pure, now that we are polluted we will spend eternity searching for a cure At least a mystery will still remain... Is this all just a big game?** -J.A.M
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
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