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Old account, I use it more than this one. 
Usine
My Ecstacy in the Written WordMy parade was always rained on, Yet flowers never grew All pleasure of my life was gone, I’d deduced to start anew So in the natural humans way, I sough to destroy the cause So I decided not to stay and began inspecting flaws.My Ecstacy in the Written Word
They, however, ended dead, As recorded in my findings To delay my conquered dread, I took to emotional bindings I sunk further into sorrow Yet I had determination’s fuel A lesson from numbness I did borrow; I was ignorant to that kind and cruel.
Yet it soon built up upon my mind, and I sought a new release That which I had sought and pined The sorrow I
Optimism
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the roses behind your eyes,
for those i would die...
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She was Just five years old,
a slightly moody day,
she couldn't stay away. From that rivers edge.
Let me check out your Da soon,
see ya around and take care.
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She was Just five years old,
a slightly moody day,
she couldn't stay away. From that rivers edge.
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**CoLoRs BrOkE InTo sHaDeS**
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She was Just five years old,
a slightly moody day,
she couldn't stay away. From that rivers edge.
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She was Just five years old,
a slightly moody day,
she couldn't stay away. From that rivers edge.
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She was Just five years old,
a slightly moody day,
she couldn't stay away. From that rivers edge.
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