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This fleeting feeling
dreaming of comfort in the bliss of stabillity
an internal struggle sometimes bleek that seems to be never ending
looking for answers in others' decisions
the disposition of wisdom is dismissed
while we stay imprisoned
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Intimacy captures our senses like the innocence of children
displayed in dispair naked
to strangers who seem to bear witness
someone is bound to be the victim
but I wont let them take you..
I will give them my splendor
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not to perpetuate this endeavor....
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This is over.
it left the second you expressed your confession
Fate does not wait for medicated second guesses
a repetitive lesson I keep telling myself
communication is precious
to eliminate regre†
or even worse
Regre§ion.
(2007)
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