| werd.
it's peanut butter jelly time. |
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| I think I'm gonna screw this deal. The Bruckner is tired and underappreciated. So I will remain silent and strong. Farewell.
But this may not be the end. The story has yet to be told.
Let the lights tease you from now on. |
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| Are we alive
but only to die
silent whispers in my mind
tell me i'm here
for something stronger
and something better
but no one else is.
nobody. but. me. |
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| You know, sometimes I just feel so different from everyone else. I just want to seperate myself from them. I want to be my own person. They want to talk, I want to draw and listen to my music. Is it so wrong for me to be so different? Not that I am questioning myself, I am just thinking.
No poetry for today. I'm having a dry spell. |
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| Her mind blazes like fire
She watches the world below her
laughing and running and having
A great time without her.
She wonders what she'll be
She wonders what she'll dream
Beside a lonely cold heart
Nothing is there but hope. |
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