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They found her diaryin the estate saleIt was a gold minethey never knew...
He is the sun That Lights the way To a peace I have been Neglected from the truth was always tangled in lies The only proof was The look in your eyes
He is the sun that lights the way To the peace I have been  hiding from the truth Love is lost so easily resentments build up kept silently breaking solid ground walking on eggshells is not as easy  as it sounds 
You buy me flowers You kiss me on my cheek You take a shot of cough medicine And leave it on the sink
Didn’t make it past high school, Who would’ve known? Just a popular tool Who fell off his throne   Story wasn’t as simple Didn’t cry, didn’t weep, Just because of one pimple
Alone in life she rowed Upon the lonely waters of life Her spirit was sinking low And she wouldn't stop causing strife  She was still there in physical form But her dreams lay deep in the river Broken by a bottle of identity torn And an irreparabl
I look at the doorway in which the only light in the apartment pierces the abyssal hallway. I look at the tattered shower curtain that lay on the white tile.
little bottle full of my sweet swing juice. sing me flavorful songs to help me
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