I was on, That side So I had lost, The name.
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Until.
Be grateful, For all that you got I was sure of that, Until I was not.
Looking for a Blue World.
So it hurts to be.
I am to be Allergic To my Art.
Or so you tell me.
In the delegation Of derogatory Allocation My expression Is an allegory That is already Mistaken.
Awakened Sleep.
The paranoia in the room Is all it takes And all I make To come to my own doom.
Map to Nowhere.
Doubt inside anxiety was eating yes away And then it was guilt Deciding tomorrow As today.
We are a Ghost.
All the years that you have given me, And I will miss the most The years that will not happen, […]
A Shower for Your Thoughts.
A conversation among, The rain Is all it takes To love the pain.
The Lonely Patriot.
I could not Take Myself Anymore So I took Me And lost My mine Once more.
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