The flowers speak for me
With their colors so bright
Lost in my thoughts
I’m only able to write
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The things that occupy my troubled mind
Those things right there in front of me
It is that which I pine the most often for
At night, I lie there awake, just trying to sleep
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It could have been easier, so much easier, if he had only decided on another course of action that late evening’s night.  I ponder back on it now, and a thousand words of terror still haunt my mind.  What was the
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Struggle, my how this mind struggles...
Failing to make sense of days earlier trouble...
Thoughts run ramped, order it tries to find...
Ordinary to utter chaos, a blink of the eye
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into the dark i walk…
afraid i will be…
i wont lie to myself…
for things i will see
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