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Jun 2013
the tears we don't cry are also the sweet lullaby of the misunderstood
those muffled wails the anthem of the struggling
but that's what we do
we find something to struggle against
and time after time we find a reason
for fingers splayed hoping to feel light
for notes made but never sent
for all the holes you've rent
in my willing heart
Screaming Wallflower
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Screaming Wallflower  between dreams
(between dreams)   
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