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I can't see tomorrow, I can't see today, The only thing that matters is NOW. Now... A world, A universe. The essence of understanding,
I’ll never leave the fantasy of The life I’ve always wanted: A bird become free, as I can see; Yet is a world never imparted.
I was kept silent, With my inner voice screaming her opinions, but the outside reaction without any interest. I was kept behind a mask, afraid to be free, of myself I had no dominion,
Blossoming remorse Sage scented lies Blank minds begging to be divorced from themselves Discouraged by the aroma of the room. Declining souls mourn for deciphering
anger boiling in me Oh lord when will I be free My dark past haunting me Happiness will i see? It got my cheast heavy Cant breath Why my feelings so slippery Happy now minutes later um angry
Poetry, poetry, poetry. You are far different from a tale. You are the only thing stopping me from telling this world "Farewell". Although I typically talk to very few, you my friend, have made me anew.
Dear Home, Every time, I march out the front doors of the airport, Gazing over the crowd of families, Tears trickle down my cheeks,