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Dec 2017
Restless is the pulse
Shaking in my ears
It’s only been three months but It feels like it’s been years
Confused is the air
Caught in my lungs
I scream that I’m riding the highs and the low
but It hurts so deep; I’ve got nothing to show
He said, “But you embrace the fear.”
Echo, their laughs do
Crippling are these fleeting thoughts of you
Am I truly tired of being lost?
Or am I the boy who cries wolf?
Emmy
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   Diamond Flame
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