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I fake it from the start always turning off my heart. It makes things easier that way. At least for as long as you stay. Emotions blocked off like a dam til I start to lose who I am No catcher in the rye to keep my lonely life from slipping by the watchers only wait to see if anything is left of me or if it vanished in the silent stream. Only to be found again in someone's dream, Or Nightmare of what they might become if they can't forgive them-self for what they've done.
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Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
Faking It
I fake it from the start always turning off my heart. It makes things easier that way. At least for as long as you stay. Emotions blocked off like a dam til I start to lose who I am No catcher in the rye to keep my lonely life from slipping by the watchers only wait to see if anything is left of me or if it vanished in the silent stream. Only to be found again in someone's dream, Or Nightmare of what they might become if they can't forgive them-self for what they've done.
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Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
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