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When the morning sets in and we writhe in bliss or pain, The waking dream dissipates with the confusion of our yesterdays And the reality of our condition remains unchanged, challenged and What I fear to be doomed from the go. In this I find myself, still broken and weary under the night’s dreaded desires.
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Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 10:56 PM UTC
...how I felt after the funeral
When the morning sets in and we writhe in bliss or pain, The waking dream dissipates with the confusion of our yesterdays And the reality of our condition remains unchanged, challenged and What I fear to be doomed from the go. In this I find myself, still broken and weary under the night’s dreaded desires.
....can you copyright your emotions? 2010
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Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 10:56 PM UTC
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