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the moon was high but the wind stood still
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some souls are darker then others but there are bright souls if you wait long enough
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In a dark time, the eye begins to see.
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I wish there were such a thing as an electric blanket for our heart
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back on the train, I ask why did I come again
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late studio nights and enough tears to clean the paint off of my brushes
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I keep looking up, to the right, your never there anymore
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...though love can be unkind
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current state of my heart
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....and now I am so lost, I almost don't want to be found
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my emotion cost me pain, did I look the same
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all I ever wanted, I was never worthy of having
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shelter in humiliation
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I don't know why, but this picture reminds me of when I use to run away from home and sleep in the woods for days.
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she knew her tears were much more then foolish emotions
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now it's gone, it doesn't matter what for.....
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removed
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end of life cycle.
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The sky was grey. the wind was loud. I did the right thing, brought everything in and went back to sleep...
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lost
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forgot how it feels
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minutes feel like years
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your pillow