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Apr 2017
Certain songs keep playing in my head,
reassuring my mind I'm alive, not dead.

Doesn't make it any easier,
for the lyrics, they make me that much queasier.

The bass keeps my heart pumping,
the lyrics speaks to the soul...
and maybe if I fix these issues
I would be more than a great craterous hole.

The songs of misunderstandings and ire,
of running away and fire,

natural disasters and lives of the tired.

At least someone has been here before,
on their own path past the unknown,
please let this break be more than bones,
she can't take her own cast stones~
Written by
MissNeona
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