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Nov 2010
You do not exist


You were never there


So I guess all that I’ve been

is a conversationist



To


thin

air



To


empty

space



To a


distant

dream


To the


human

race



They fooled you too,

you spend your days


On your knees or

just thinking through

All the things that your heart desires to do



And I’d rather burn,

then spend my life tryin’ to learn

how to fight every urge,

hopin’ a savior returns.



Yeh, I will dance in lakes of fire

if that’s the way it's meant to be


But till then I’ll live my life


Without limits,

without fear



Totally Free
Written a while back.
Ben OHara
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