the void

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She is nothing more than a masterpiece  trying to master her peace.  She  is her own anchor,  but she's lost at sea.  How could this be? At night,  she sleeps with her thoughts
Dear Oppressors,
  In our existence, life has been recognized as: preconditioned, preconcerted, predestined, confusing the bountiful, for the beautiful. Ever so often doth waters drop on clay;
"Try, just try They shout across the void But false hope,like a lie It's my mind with which they toyed But real are the tears in which i cried Am I more than a mindless droid? Not to them
"The void It knows me Almost too well The void It throws me Under the spell You're not good enough It whispers You're not strong enough For your sister It's your own fault
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