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The Hope I Once And Will Always Held
Foster was my mindpondered is a life that is,my wise thoughts have grownthrough pain, suffering, and miserieswhen midnight comesI grab my thoughtsand build a mazeout of unfortunate eventsI question my existenceI disdain my worthI despise my effortI dislike my oathand after thinkingI sleep deeply in deep, dark pivotedhole of unending agonyand somehow I hopefor something…
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The Blue and the Blur
in the chances of moving and stayingwill it be fair for me to saythat there is no number prevailingand the vision’s too blurry to sail?where to move is a choice and to stay is an option.yet to embrace the futureis a strength be remember.fate makes us believethat we must always choose,between two thingswe must seek…
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Did I Still Love You?
when I go rememberthe memories togetherthose moments we ponderin lone seems foreverwhen things recall at midnight,and those alike in the spotlightI think of every timethe regret and guilt reign at the heightwhen I strum my guitarto make a song out of a tuneI question my mindhow could all of these be truewhen the clock turns…
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