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 Jun 2014 Theia Gwen
MST
Lost are we
 Jun 2014 Theia Gwen
MST
Lost are we,
in this infinite abyss.
An idea in our heads,
of what is pure bliss.
Lost are we,
in this complex maze,
losing ourselves,
just to feel that praise.
Lost are we,
doing what we are told,
reaching for that goal,
until we turn cold.
Lost are we,
as we die here all alone,
dreams are forgotten,
and never written in stone.
Where have all the people gone?
Why did they go away?
This silence just got maddening,
why couldn't the people stay?

So where have all the people gone?
I hope they're somewhere nice
'Cause right now it ***** round here
The silence cold as ice.
 Jun 2014 Theia Gwen
Andrew Durst
I don't know where
        I'm going
    or quite exactly
            where I want to be.

             I just know that
my feet keep moving,
                  my heart keeps beating,
      and there's nothing
              standing
            in my way.
Creativity is like fleeting moments of brilliance, which albeit, occurs regularly
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