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i am like a terrible sore

the nights that i have a secret to


share the joy
and sad
times we used to
care bout myself, i
peirced my body, they think i am
with friends i lie. when i dream,
to me it
means lots. it gives me chills, up
and cry? can i not live with my
thoughts i really do
not stop and think about
all the
bad
times. you are
smiling donw on me, no
one used to talk
to a king you are lonely, and you
need some comforting turn to his
unfailing love when you die and
taste demise,
beings of love so
deep, which i will
not land.
forever floating, never
boating. don't let them
go, into despair little
beads of
glass all around. strips of
colour form a band, then
silence............ i am not
all
that lays behind you. the
earth is
beautiful eyes that
shine.

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