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Future
As I lay beneath the willow I rest my head against it, almost as if it was a pillow The dreams I have there are quite vivid Some say I ...
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My Days
My days are a fight for survival They are spent waiting for your arrival You never seem to come around I never seem to be found I spend my days ...
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Cut
A pale canvas, Marked with a silver tool, Yet drawing beads of red Dig deeper to uncover more of its hidden beauty Watch a waterfall of glory flow Drift ...
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Not Myself
I can't help when I feel down It's all I can do not to frown Keep the pain under lock and key But when I'm alone, I let it free ...
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Control
Scars lace up my arms Fresh, angry, pink lines criss-cross down my legs. Promises mean nothing, When a rush means everything A rush that'll make your head spin Faster ...
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My Sweet Perfection
Warning - kinda graphic