Alas, where had it gone wrong?
To a world, I ever bemoan
My heart, deep with sorrow—
Yet an inquisitive spirit I owned
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Lying underneath each splendid spectacle of art, just beneath the skin, an ink blankets my veins, bringing peace to a mind that has longed for this day. A day that until now, was scattered about
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The abandoned house had been silent, sitting there deep within the woods, untouched by pesky mortals for scores of years, with a confession weighing heavy upon its poor heart
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Miles away, looking at myself
A hollow feeling inside
From out of nowhere it came
“Why”, it screams, says this simple mind
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As it rains down, I’m taught
For surely it has to happen
There is no other reason
When it all needs to stop
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A river of deep flows what seems a mile below
Above is a bridge, only to a few is it known
Deep in a forest as dark as the night
It is here that I learned the secret of life
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Waking up, rainy day, only cloudy skies and soggy ground make it different than others…
Wiping sleep from my eyes, across the room I stumble, as if walking for the first time
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