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 You dont really listen when I say the words i say And when I do the things I do you laugh and turn away You dont see me as special even th... [read more] |
 i hate this i hate every second i hate your way of looking at me as if i'm not a real person i hate the way you never acknowledge me when i'... [read more] |
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The sun rose Special twinkling Rays dancing In all directions... [read more] |
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if i cry tis your words their souls now playing now stone throwing fliting through cities phantom towns memories inhibiting everywhere thoug... [read more] |
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if i could freeze time if i knew how to fly if i was so beautiful it hurt if i was pure if i could look at you without fear and pleading in... [read more] |
 He did it his way, he chose the path on which he did go walk On this way he chose, he walked the walk and talked the talk Sorrows came and g... [read more] |
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Oh faceless coward, who attacked our lands The blood of innocents is on your hands A holy war you cry out, a jihad you say I tell you thi... [read more] |
 The joy I feel each time WE are together YOUR satisfying Voice fills my deep within Thrilled and enchanted I yearn for your embrace To have... [read more] |
 Windsong caressing my face, reminds me what could have been. Cradle me in an eternal embrace, seeing you only in a dream. [read more] |
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There was a girl went by Nellie, although her name was Kelly. she'd sell hotdogs all day, having an odor that way, she was a litt... [read more] |
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I see you lying on the floor your eyes staring at me. Your mouth is open, but you do not speak. I wonder why do you stare at me? Why do you... [read more] |
 August 20, 1984 "Love thy neighbor as thyself." Then you won't: hurt him with word or deed ... [read more] |
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August 16, 1984 I'm often wrong though I protest, It's still a proven fact. And criticisms that I share I wish I could take back. More time... [read more] |
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Feathery patterns of sunshine, Dancing on shiny waxed floors, Squeaky clean windows and sashes, Now, how could a woman want more? The cloth... [read more] |
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August 16, 1984 Today I would be stronger Than I was when I slept. I long to have a gentler hand, Walk with a quieter step. I dare not dwe... [read more] |