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Role Models"Role Models"

There was once a young sibling who admired his older brother.
Though they came from different dads, they shared the same mother.
The younger brother wanted to emulate the older brother in every way
From baseball cards to video games, morning, night, and day.

This little boy followed his older brother around
To batting cages, arcades, and all over town.
He ordered the same foods and drank the same drinks.
He wore the same hats and thought the same things.

The older brother knew he had the power to influence
And in no way did he consider his brother a nuisance.
In fact, he greatly enjoyed setting the lessons
Like a preacher ed

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Galaxies And Seas"Galaxies And Seas"

We exist to wonder
About the galaxies and seas
Solutions always vague
About how they came to be

We ponder the Egyptians
The sphinxes and their marks
How the earth can rotate
Why there's night and dark

We ponder over mountains
And the cracks that fall between
Serenity and misery
Nothing's ever like it seems

We lay our heads in beds
And over-thinking brings
Love and hate and remorse
And why we feel such things

We live in speculation
In fear of the unknown
We blindly make decisions
And then reap what we have sewn

Fires burn like cancer
We contain the treasures
Space exceeds forever
Still we find no answer

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Slow Dance“Slow Dance”

With crowded people in a compact room
She feels more than ever alone
In her isolated corner building cocoons
She wished the party had been postponed
At least then she could have found a date
Or something more stylish to wear
Or perhaps even lose some weight
And find time to tease her hair

She observes the people dancing
And can feel the love in the air
But sadly no one is advancing
To this girl in tragic despair
She sees the alcohol to her left
Perhaps she should take a drink
This way her night she could forget
And no longer bother to think
About how miserable she has become
Or how her eyes have lost their glow
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Ordinary Day“Ordinary Day”

Somewhere in this town are the sounds of gunfire
Certain people live while others expire
Across from this scene a truck has just delivered
Many groceries to a store located by the river

Dozens of families flock to buy food for their kids
Completely unaware they could be the next to go God forbid
Their children are in school sitting quietly in their seats
While the headmasters instruct because they have so much to teach

Elsewhere an organ bellows signaling the beginning of a mass
While a man’s car on the highway has run out of gas
The sun becomes masked by clouds as rain invades grass
Someone robbed a jewel More Like This

Puppy Dog"Puppy Dog"

When someone reaches out
And says that they care
It's easier to run
Believe me, I've been there
I know what it's like
To extend a steady hand
To those who always claim
That no one ever understands

And honestly it's true
But yet I keep on giving
My hand never shuts
As long as I'm still living
But I know I'm not you
And I know I'll never be
And I know I never will
See the things you see

But it is for the best
To solve things how you know
I don't want to interfere
With your slow and steady growth
But just know I'm here
Waiting calmly everyday
Patiently finding words
To not screw up what I say

And no matter how it hurts
Or whatev More Like This

You Are The Writer"You Are The Writer"

Speak to me through works of gallant poetry
Tell me of your fears and woes; goals and misery
Let syllables flow through use of rhymes and words
Let your voice be raised a pitch to sounds you never heard

Tell me of your troubled times through the use of fiction
Mask the pain in metaphors, prayers, and benedictions
You are the writer and the soul of the one you've come to know
Why not give your tale a happy ending before it's time to go?

Through the use of monologues, you can tell a ton
Like how you stunned the King or how your race was won
But maybe you prefer to give your tale a twist
The frog doesn't have to be a prin More Like This

Catch Me"Catch Me"

As I felt the breeze smack me; I knew this was finally it
I couldn't possibly survive; I knew I couldn't miss

I looked to the left of me; the shadow followed me down
I saw the shadow crying; it knew soon we'd hit the ground

I caught glimpse of reality; despite falling at great heights
By looking through the windows; at least ones that had the lights

I saw a person snorting drugs and a father yelling at his son
They had left their television running; I think the Yankees won

For not letting her go out, a girl screamed at her mom
And a little further down, a guy had made a bomb

The wind felt so nice, but I could not look away
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The Fog"The Fog"

Every one of us has fog in our lives
Some more than others; some of us choke
And no matter the place where we reside
We're always gasping and breathing in smoke

This fog develops and envelops us whole
Blinding our very sense of direction
We often can't see which way to go
So we hide behind our fog's objections

This air becomes too thick to breathe
From the very moment of our youth
And often hidden below and beneath
Is the very essence of elusive truth

But we can not see all the ideals
Walking around lost in a cloudy haze
So we blindly guess at what is real
Hoping that we have found the way

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Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away"

The sun set as she walked away that day
And it rained and rained for days to come
He became used to gazing at skies of grey
But man oh man he sure did miss that sun

Day by day his light began to fade
As he thought "Dear God, what have I done?"
His own tears would mix with the rain
Because God Almighty he missed that sun

Meanwhile water continued to shower
Throughout this lonesome phase
Even droopy were those flowers
From the bouquet he made last May

He tried to cover his wounds
By changing on random nights
But the answer he already knew
No intensity would ever match that light

Everywhere he went, clouds followed alon More Like This

What I See"What I See"

In all these city streets
Where people look the same
The only one I see
Is the one that has your face
And all these city sounds
Where echoes ring in pain
The only sound I hear
Is the calling of your name

And all the leaves that change
On all these sturdy trees
Can never mean a thing
Unless you're here with glee
And all the roses bloom
And blossom in the night
For you I'd pick out one
And hold it in the light

And all the doves that fly
In all these lonely times
Are completely unaware
How much I raise you high
And where they go I know
Doesn't matter when
They are in their flight
Together they stay friends

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Learning To Fly“Learning To Fly”

Deep within a forest's workings
Lay creatures of the night slowly lurking
And nestled within branches of the trees
Lies little birds grouped in threes
Though so young to their mothers' delight
They decided their birds are ready for flight
But not every bird is geared to leave the nest
In fact many of the birds cry in protest

Meanwhile gathered together on the ground below
Are vicious animals lurking to and fro
Ready to devour the ones who fail
To successfully take to the skies and sail
No sooner do the birds begin to fly
Do many of the birds' flights turn awry
Crashing into every obstacle on their route
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Avoid Drama"Avoid Drama"

How dare you spread such rumors
How dare you say such lies
How can I be pregnant?
I'm not a girl; I'm a guy!

Why would you think that?
Why would you fib
About people you don't know
Or things you never did?

He broke up with her
She cheated on him
Please don't get me involved
I don't know where to begin

So what if you never
Got asked out to the prom?
It only lasts one night
Then life will carry on

Every week there's someone
Fighting with a friend
Who hates who this week?
Please let this drama end

Because I'll never understand
Why people have to judge
Adding insult to injury
To hearts that never budge

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Humiliation"Humiliation"

If I exist to teach a lesson
Then that lesson is to overcome
Any hardship or desire
Always fight; never run
Never give in to others
Or let them think that they won
We are all capable of strength
We will never be outdone
If I exist to show you how
Listen to what I have to say
Always do the best you can
And one day you'll find your way
Some exist to show us reasons
Why things are the way they are
And though their time may be short
They'll help us uncover scars
Everyone has a purpose
Even if you don't know it yet
Your existence affects others
There are those I won't forget
No matter how real the pain
Or how s More Like This

To Be Alive"To Be Alive"

To be forgotten; to be left alone
To have seen so many people come and go
To be unable to recognize his own home
To want to wander when there is nowhere to roam

To cherish every memory that he can
To have lost the race before it began
To have such a longing for the past
To wish that certain moments would always last

To never know what it feels like to be alive
To always leaving as soon as he arrives
To watch the streets change before his eyes
To never have gotten used to saying goodbye

To appreciate every puff of a cigar
To take in the beauty of waves crashing and strums of a guitar
To be quiet; to be humbled
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Never Ending CycleGrey in grey they rush along,
Hopeless, lifeless, old and worn.
And cowering in the corners sit
The poorest of the poorest.

They had no light, no hope, no future,
When suddenly out of the shadows
A lonely voice, soft but stubborn
Begins and new, inspiring song:

Colour fades and flowers die,
They won't re-bloom much as you try.
Forget the old, embrace the new,
And join me in my cheerful tune!

Ignored, unheard the song begins,
But confident it stays,
Singing softly, singing on,
Until another voice joins in.

See the light I will create,
A world of laughter, free of hate!
Join my song and share my desire,
Spread this song as f More Like This

To Be Alive"To Be Alive"

To be forgotten; to be left alone
To have seen so many people come and go
To be unable to recognize his own home
To want to wander when there is nowhere to roam

To cherish every memory that he can
To have lost the race before it began
To have such a longing for the past
To wish that certain moments would always last

To never know what it feels like to be alive
To always leaving as soon as he arrives
To watch the streets change before his eyes
To never have gotten used to saying goodbye

To appreciate every puff of a cigar
To take in the beauty of waves crashing and strums of a guitar
To be quiet; to be humbled
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Why I Write"Why I Write"

I tried to cover my darkest parts
With compound words and works of art
But no matter how much I change
My destiny will remain the same

Writing down elusive nightmares
Drawing monsters and evil to share
In the midst of the night during rain and hail
I found a way to release pain and exhale

I found a way so when I'm alone
To the eyes of others I can show
Hoping maybe to receive some compassion
For all the misery and woes that have happened

Isn't that why we paint?; isn't that why we write?
Trying to find solace in the air of the night
While others look on and may be amused
I continue confused; my soul has been bru More Like This

Passionate SovereigntyI'm so tired of writing love stories;
when I've not had one of my own.
I'm so weary of pretending I'm beautiful;
when my looks could turn a man to stone.

I'm so fatigued waiting for my prince;
when I'm not even a princess.
I'm so sick of pretending to be a siren;
when I could barely pass for an enchantress.

I'll tear down this repulsive prison of a
castle
they call the mind,
brick by hideous brick;
and write my own fairytale at last. More Like This

I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:

Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain

To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.

The way you laugh, the way you smile;

We got along great back then, even if we don't now.

And to be honest, I miss that...

You had the most lovely silky smooth hair

You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile

I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,

Hell you got me started on the whole thing.

You were fantastic at drawing too

Man I was always jealous of that talent,

And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.

I wish that you could have been a professional.

I would have bought your book every mon More Like This

Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:

You're tired, unable to create anything.

You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!

Why won't these words come together?

"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."

Yet the solution is fairly simple...

I'm showing it to you now;

Break up your ideas, smaller sized.

They come together, like in Tetris.

Rotate the blocks; shape your art.

Draw chibis and stick figures too.

Instead of epics, try a haiku.

How about a six word story?

If your mind is blocked, overheated.

Let it cool; take it slow.

By attempting all the smaller things,

Your art is sure to grow.

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My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:

We are dreamers, we humans.

We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...

We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.

I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.

How many times have I been saved by others?

When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expe More Like This

The feelings I can't expressTimes like this when I can’t find the rights words.
Times like this when I find myself crying.
As I have no way to express.
But this pencil twirling in my hand.

Sometimes I’ll make art, and proudly show it.
Sometimes I’ll make shit, and quickly destroy it.

With either I find they both seem to end in the same way.
With a simple message, strewed through long and tedious words.

That could be said much simpler, and probably has.
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AbsenceShe used to lie awake all night
consuming letters with voracity;
it was the utopian lair she created
to slip away from the turbulent world.

Only too soon she learned
that you can't always hide
within parchment crevices.

(reality always finds you)

Even now, when she yearns to fall between printed canyons,
she can't help but curse those passive and lethargic days;

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Stronger"Stronger"

How does it feel to be erased?
How does it feel to be replaced?
Consumed by your inborn hate
You've made your grave in a lonesome fate

How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
How does it feel to stumble and crawl?
Not such a nice feeling now, is it?
Others may deem you as quite pathetic

I don't need your filth, your shame, your lies
And I found in time I did survive
I'm stronger now because I don't allow
People to walk over or break me down somehow

I don't need your trust, your eyes, your games
And in the end it was really such a shame
But I refuse to relate to the same mistakes
I don't allow myself to ache or break

I feel s More Like This

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Abandoning Preciousness The most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.

It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it More Like This

Stronger"Stronger"

How does it feel to be erased?
How does it feel to be replaced?
Consumed by your inborn hate
You've made your grave in a lonesome fate

How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
How does it feel to stumble and crawl?
Not such a nice feeling now, is it?
Others may deem you as quite pathetic

I don't need your filth, your shame, your lies
And I found in time I did survive
I'm stronger now because I don't allow
People to walk over or break me down somehow

I don't need your trust, your eyes, your games
And in the end it was really such a shame
But I refuse to relate to the same mistakes
I don't allow myself to ache or break

I feel s More Like This

Tick-Tock"Tick-Tock"

Tick-tock
The clock struck five
Another minute passed
Time controls our lives

Can I turn back the dials?
No one has to know
I'm just so very tired
Watching the time go
The clock doesn't care
An objects mocks our hearts
Numbers arranged in a circle
Could be wrong from the start

Tick-tock
Hours passing by
There's nowhere you can hide
Before it's time to die

Can I wake up?
Maybe it's a dream
Can I turn the hourglass around
And then go back to sleep?
The sand drips like water
Flowing freely in a space
Reminding sons and daughters
One day they'll be erased

Tick-tock
This noise is in my head
Not much longer now
I don't want to leav More Like This

Stay Young"Stay Young"

Remember when the only thing to do in the morning
Was lay in bed and watch cartoons?
Nothing else then seemed important
And we didn't get out of bed until noon.

Remember when after school every day
We would play tag in the park?
We couldn't be told what to say
And we'd run around like fools until dark

But now that we've become older
Making transitions to new frames of mind
Life is weighing down like boulders
And things suddenly aren't as fine

We can't help but think; we can't help but worry
Some say life will just begin
But it seems no matter how fast we hurry
We're in a race we just can't win

We're in a tunnel that has no l More Like This

Clowns"Clowns"

There was one time when I was a kid
I hid in the circus at the age of six
Because all I remember is him following me around
A creepy clown with an upside-down frown

To say the least; this clown was not funny
It's more amusing watching bees make honey
With his stupid flower; he squirted my eyes
He made a little boy sad; oh God why?

With his big shoes; he invaded my bubble
I swear this clown was nothing but trouble
He failed at making those animal balloons
He wrapped himself up; what a buffoon!

Watching him juggle was really a bore
He dropped all the balls right on the floor
Then on his unicycle he kept spinning around
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Drip, Drop, Drip"Drip, Drop, Drip"

I felt a warm feeling run down my arm
But truth behold the pain was gone
I saw blood dripping on the floor
I watched it drip and drip some more

How it happened; I don't know
But the drip was dripping slow
It might have seemed like such a bore
But I watched it drip some more

I watched the blood leave a trail
Down the drawer and on the mail
The trail now leaked under doors
Drip by drip, it dripped some more

The noise it made was pitter-patter
On the tiles spilt and splattered
To clean this up is such a chore
So I watched it drip some more

My head tilted and pictured eyes
Eyes like mine so young and wise
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We're Not Crazy"We're Not Crazy"

Sometimes I used to think I was crazy
But I could never really tell
For was it wrong to have suicidal tendencies
Even when everything was going well?

Was it crazy to cry alone in the dark
Believing things would never change?
Believing darkness consumed my heart
And my life would be the same?

Was it crazy to stay up all night drinking coffee
Just so I could sleep all day
Just so I wouldn't face the people
Who used me and threw me away?

Crazy people don't know they're crazy
Or at least they aren't meant to know
I can only speculate if this is true or not
But that's how the cliche goes

But then I started thinking
Maybe it' More Like This

Long Way Home"Long Way Home"

You wouldn't know this
But when I'm lost
I run away from myself to a place where for just one minute
I can find a piece of momentary bliss
And gain an eye-fill of how small my soul is
In comparison to the galaxies at hand.

Surrounded by petals and fireflies,
I gaze up and find beauty in the constellations
As the cool, night air helps me breathe inward.
If you could maintain the image of the constellation
That I find the most happiness in gazing at,
Then you would know nothing
Of the exquisite beauty your existence personifies
And radiates in the framework of my mind.
And for that very millisecond,
As small as a spec as I a More Like This

Hold On"Hold On"

Come on, kid
Please don't disappear
We have a better place for you
That's far away from here

You have to get better
We always wanted a son
Let the medicine run it's course
This battle is not yet won

I know you're not breathing
The doctors told me why
They told me you're not leaving
And maybe you could die

There are plenty who love you
Waiting at our home
Mommy fixed your crib
This bed is not a throne

This is the third time I've been
In a hospital this year
The others didn't go well
I lost many who were dear

I ran away to find myself
Because I was once lost
I needed to see what was important
Paths were so criss-crossed

But I'v More Like This

Devil's Eyes"Devil's Eyes"

With all the pleasures you seek
Like ivory skin and golden bones
Send the devil back to hell
We don't want him in our homes

All the things you take for granted
As he watches from across the plain
Tempting you to take advantage
Please make this feeling go away

There's passions we can not see
Lust, Greed, Desire, Hate
That slowly manifests in us
That are sometimes hard to shake

He could be sleeping in your bed
Whispering evil in your ear
Completely filling your head
With all the things you fear

And the more you let him enter
Your frail and fragile lives
The more he starts to mentor
And dictate as he hides

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In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because what could I really say anyw More Like This

Dear once lover.You stole my confidence, you took it like you owned it, you smothered it in neglect, and you threw it, in the black hole of your absence.

You used my patience, you smoked it like a drug, you took advantage of my presence, you evaporated us into nothing.

You decapitated our relationship, you cut it at the root, you shook out all the good, and threw the body into your subconscious.

You cut up my affections, you stored them in your selfishness, and turned them to dust.

You broke my heart. You took it, in your hands, you tore it into two, it turned cold as ice, & you shattered it across my future with you.

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He WavesHe waves. It's a friendly little gesture, almost a two finger salute to an old friend. He's watching you through your window.

Strange.

The Boy has fine, burnt umber hair that shines like silk in the midmorning sun. It's almost a shame to see it in the unisex, unflattering buzz cut of the OldGens. He is obviously one of them; the OldGens. No self-respecting NewGen would be caught dead in this kind of state – muddy face, torn knees, his empty collection sack over his shoulder. It is the NewGens who are expected to keep themselves neat and orderly. They are the only ones for whom it is worthwhile doing so.

Strange.

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FoxholeDearest Ella.

Excuse my handwriting, for I am in an uncomfortable position as I write this. Please take the time to decipher what I have penned down because it is of the utmost importance. You see, Ella, I am cowering in a foxhole. Every few seconds, a shell will land and spray me with dirt and shrapnel. I cannot hear anything but the earth-shaking thunder of explosions, and I cannot see anything because my head is pressed close to the dirt, for fear that a stray chunk of rock or mud will take out my eye. I am waiting to die, you see, just like everyone else in this God-forsaken country. Waiting for that mortar round with my name on it to wh More Like This

My SaraIf anyone survives the world's ending, I only want them to hear the truth. I know, if there is any history after this is over, she will not be remembered fondly. I cannot blame them. They didn't know her as I did.

The moment we entered the world, we were engaged, tied to one another body and soul. We grew up together on the castle grounds, exploring, laughing, getting into trouble, just as all children do. My Sara had an all-consuming love of science, and of discovering the inner machinery of the world. She would take me through the castle courtyard, and show me the delicate spider-webs covered with dew, and the lacey wings she had plucked f More Like This

My Little Pony - Hospice X Pt. 2 - Epilogue

4 Months, 11 Days (Ibid.)

I was alone within the most private of all places. I had always been curious as to what may have existed behind that door, and finally the knowledge was mine for the taking; Rarity had allowed me into her Inspiration Room. She was still cleaning herself up in the bathroom, but I imagined that she would be quick – it was a bold move indeed to let me into the room without supervision, and I did not believe that she would allow me to have free-access to roam for long. For a little while, however, the interior of her world was mine to gaze upon, as long as I restrained myself from touching anything. Thankfully, I h More Like This

Think Progress: Interactive MapINTERACTIVE MAP: The Most Restrictive Abortion Measures In The States
http://thinkprogress.org/health/2012/03/07/439383/interactive-map-abortion/?mobile=nc
Conservative lawmakers around country have introduced legislation that would not only limit women’s access to abortion services, but also severely interfere with their reproductive health decisions. The bills — ranging from requiring women to hear ultrasounds before undergoing an abortion to significantly limiting when physicians can perform the procedures — would significantly expand state government regulations and, in some instances, severely interfere in the woman-doctor relationship.
ThinkProgress has created an interactive map of the most restrictive measures moving through state houses around the country and has broken down the legislation into five categories:
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Silly Ladies Dont Know What Rape IsSuggests Idaho Legislator
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This week, Idaho's state legislature joined the ranks of state lawmaking bodies that have collectively decided that women are evil idiot children who can't be trusted. They're just a whisper away now from passing legislation that would require women seeking abortions to head on over to Crisis Pregnancy Centers and their condescending "don't kill your baby" counseling before being allowed access to a legal medical procedure, and now, one Very Special State Senator is concerned that women who say they've been raped should be forced to return home, think about it for awhile, and consider whether their were really raped or if they just had one of those non-consensual marital sexual encounters to which a husband's entitled.
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Forgotten LovestoryToday I read something you wrote to me long ago

It was a beautiful love story about two girls, forbidden from ever seeing each other

In it you told me all the hopes and dreams you had for our future

That was the first time you ever said you loved me

And I was able to read it while looking at your sleeping face

It was the best night of my life

Little did I know, you would end your's the next day

I still love you

I want you to know I carry it with me everywhere I go

And that I cry every time I read it More Like This

The Key To My Heart"The Key To My Heart"
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein

~The Key To My Heart
Is lost somewhere in a bottomless chasm, just like my heart.
There is a aperture in my chest
That can't be filled by any mere substance.

~The Key To My Heart
Can only be found
By the one I love most,
For it is deep within him.

~The Key To My Heart
Is lost somewhere deep within his heart.
But in order to find it,
He must find himself, til then no one else can discover the key.

~The Key To My Heart
Will renovate my shattered heart.
Its pieces are dispersed throughout the world.
Then my heart ought to become whole. More Like This

Red White, Dark NightRed White, Dark night,
In the eerie pale moonlight,
Stood a figure not too tall,
One from Heaven who shall fall.

Black Blue, seen through,
A lonely girl someone once knew,
Stood without a home to go,
One who caried many a woe.

Orange Yellow, never mellow,
Screams and shouts she would bellow
Stood inside a graveyard cold,
One not brave, one not bold.

Purple Grey, through the day,
Grind her teeth to hide the pain,
Stood with razors to her wrists,
One who never owned a kiss.

Green Pink, bloodshot blinks,
Too many to fix - broken links,
Stood as tears fell from her eyes,
One born to live and lived to die. More Like This

Naked/SoulBe naked with me tonight,
Show the soul you hide
Take off your clothes,
Take off your skin,
Let me see your light
You keep within.

Let’s love each other
With uncovered nerves,
Listen to the beat,
With which blood flows.

Let’s be naked with each other tonight,
Let me see your soul,
See your beauty,
See your ugly side.
Be soft and insecure,
Sharing dreams we had.
Promise, I won’t touch it
With a dirty hand.
Promise you won’t break it… More Like This

The Girl Sat In The CornerThe girl sat in the corner, face pressed against the glass,
Asking herself questions but always saying pass,
The concrete wall separating her emotions from others,
Never giving the chance to Struthers.

Everyone thinks she's happy and fine,
They never knew when they had crossed the line,
Face hidden under a sweep of hair,
Why was she so different from others? It wasn't fair.

She heard a noise and looked up,
Face lightened by the streaks of sunlight,
She got given a sup,
If they had seen past her wall they would have been given a fright.

The girl sat in the corner with a tear streaked face,
With no emotion and with no one caring,
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Nutrition                                           Nutrition

              My mother always told me
              not to drink too much water.
              She would always buy the magasine supplement
                keep me informed on what they'd found out.
                 Cod liver oil contains
              Omega-3. Taken daily,
              protects from cancer.
              That the properties of carrots
              don't let you see in the dark
              but contain Carotene, keeps bones
              strong.
              Contrary to last week's news
              pepper helps ligaments, not muscles.
              Fat More Like This

Cry It OutThe pain goes on for times where you think you’ll drown if it continues.
They say you shouldn’t cry for it will only make it worse,
That the pain will only increase.

In truth crying makes it better.
Showing that you can let go with tears isn’t a weakness
It shows that you are strong enough to let go of the misery that something has caused,

Don’t go to the blade.
Whether it makes you feel better or not,
Its not the answer,
It wont let the pain escape
it stays there

Don’t let the pain ruin you
Don’t mark up yourself for what could be so small it might not have been worth it later.

Just have faith i More Like This

Oridinary DayJust sitting here
On an ordinary day
With the breeze
Blowing through my hair
I look up at the sky & smile
I look back down & I saw him there
He said hey
He'd asked if I'd come along
To the moon & back
I said he spoke of unique words
I started to realize
Not every day
I find just what I'm looking for
But like A shooting star
I shine
But he said
Take my hand
Live life till the end
Cause you know dreams last
only lifetime
As I looked up to his eyes
I swear they could heal
With his hand in mine
It felt like a feeling I never felt before
But It felt like I've had it all this time More Like This

Fairy Tales"Fairy Tales"

At the end of the final chapter
Most stories end happily after
Enchanted evenings; dreams coming true
Believing in magic; it could happen to you

Fairy tales fuel our dormant fires
Romantic films quench our inner desires
Demons become friends; fun times never end
Must be nice to live in a realm of pretend

That's not how things work in the real world
The hero doesn't always win his girl
People pass away; buildings crumble and fall
Cinderella's mice in reality would be mauled

Teacups don't sing; at least none that I know
Carpets can't glide through the wind's blow
Crabs do not dance; that is really absurd
Animals can't talk; at More Like This

That Girl In The MirrorHappiness will remain forever out of reach
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit

Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild

Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire

So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a façade of self control?

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Strainbreaking face
rolling around with misery
listening voices
tears bleed
flowing hearts
blocked dreams
locked screams
what is seems
who believes
count the weeks
lonely
songs brings
heartless things
thoughtless mean
Crying me
Focus please
Catch means
Death
Swallowing breath
Shallow help
look in the well
Zero tale
Zero tell
Burning hell
Fail
Abandon shell
All of us are here More Like This

A Subtle DanceDusk falls with burgundy tears,
the glimmering of old chandeliers.
Frost collides with mercury light,
setting the scene of the night.

Amour is expressed within a song,
a ballad to move our bodies along.
The sensation of a silken gown
twirls with the sonorous sound.

A hint of perfection in your eyes
embraces the world in gentle sighs,
as fragments of ice melt into lace,
and velvet roses slip into place.

Another second of endless desire
envelops our hearts in silver fire.
A winter solstice oh so blessed,
a moment to never be repressed. More Like This

The Puppet MasterThe Puppet Master he dances and sings
And plays with his servants on lonely strings
From the lowest slaves to the greatest kings
Oh Almighty Puppet Master

He sits all alone with his Puppet friends
In the void and the shadows,a being without end
He has a world full of people to tend
Oh Lonely Puppet Master

He controls your hopes and dreams and fears
He knows your wishes and all your tears
Every single, solitary word you utter he hears
All Knowing Puppet Master

When it is time he'll cut your strings, crying at your loss
For you were once a friend to him but now you've lost your gloss
He weeps for you and then he buries you under a cross
Oh W More Like This

SeppukuA blue sky greets me as I kneel to the ground.
I hear the rushing wind and the sacred water sound.
The cold, grey stone upon my knee,
As I prepare myself for eternity.

I take a solemn look at my silent crowd,
Those cruel, dark faces scream so loud.
They want me to do the final deed.
I'll plunge the tanto in. They'll see me bleed.

I look for a while at my full rice bowl,
And prepare for the next cycle of my soul.
What shall I be? A man or god?
Shall my next life be lived in the mud and sod?

I finish quickly so we don't delay.
By now the light is fading away.
I take up the pen and start to write,
To put brush to paper is one last delight.

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drills and crowbars.
tomorrow i will miss you less or more
depending on what thoughts cross my mind
my worst fear is not that you'll leave
but that you won't miss me at all
i remember her in the color green
and in the smell of deep decay
and in the stranger things that i've been dealt
that the people i know close their eyes to

.
i twist yellow keys around my fingers
bronze with age
pressing them into locked doors
in hopes that one will open
to the place where she is

.
i play games with no one
and instead count spiderwebs
and things that make me afraid
so i will spend precious time with only the person
that makes precious time worth having

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Lucifer and VisitorThe Devil mourned his homeland lost

Upon a stone in exile deep

Beneath the great earth’s hardened crust

Where fires rage inside the sea

Much too far for father sky

To see the rock where The Devil lie

As he lamented, sullen, weary

Expression that of sorrow true

A Thing appeared, and very clearly

Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb

The grin that danced upon his face

Found hell to be the quaintest place

The thing approached and asked him kindly,

“Why do you mourn your banishment?

All the land above I see

But I’ve never seen an armament

So well hidden from my mighty eyes

Which see all things as they live a More Like This

Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions.

Maybe we fall because we know we can
And we stall when it comes to a helping hand.
Because we refuse to accept and to understand.
That a man would be willing to aid another man,
Without some sort of under hand, profitable plan.

Maybe we project our perceptions on to others.
Quotes that emerged and persevered by our mothers.
Home truths that we go on to eventually discover.
Making it the only way we can connect with each other.
Spurring us to find like minded friends, associates and lovers.

Maybe we lie because the truth is too bitter to bear.
We are inclined to believe that others do actually care.
And that th More Like This

Chicago ManWhen I was young,
My grandfather showed me the bottle,
That held his riches.

When he passed,
His bottle did too,
Right into my tiny hands.

And slowly,
Ever so slowly,
I filled it with my riches.

Every cent, from every day,
Spent upon the bottle,
Trying to sate its thirst.

Eventually The Watchers noticed,
Our intimate symbiosis,
And tried to separate us.

So we up and left,
The bottle and me,
To find a place where a man and his bottle can be free.

We traveled far,
We traveled wide,
And years flew by like birds.

It was a merry old time,
The bottle and me,
But soon, it came time, to end.

It happened quick, I never knew it,
That when I spi More Like This

InsectsMan on his pedestal resting, testing
His vision staring, staring at the insects below
Features indistinguishable scurrying
About their network of their own making
No one apparent motive or reason
Driving towards destination undetermined.

Insect in his daily drone, unaware of man
Oblivious to all but his own endeavour,
Scurrying to and fro, unnoticed by any
Carrying necessities, still unnoticed
Knowing nothing but motive and reason
Driving towards destination predetermined .

Man Is contemplating
Contemplating stepping
Stepping with chance of crushing
Crushing an insect below
He cares not for his consequences
For he will not s More Like This

Blood, War And GoldSilently the shadow creeps,
all throughout the city's streets
the soldier dies, his wife weeps,
a child sleeps with bloodied sheets.

Politicians bet on war,
sending many to death's door,
preaching fables by the score,
whilst sucking wealth up from the poor.

Power, dictates direction,
brainwashed men lack hesitation,
with Greed comes Chaos ad Destruction,
no hiding place and no protection.

It's all over once we've bled,
bones and earth, stone overhead,
faith in God or none instead,
does gold matter once we're dead? More Like This

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Johnny Boy"Johnny Boy"

Little Johnny sits on his wooden doorstep everyday isolated
Never having a girlfriend nor any friends left him frustrated
Johnny was a proper person, but unfortunately mocked at school
For reasons kids can't comprehend because kids can be cruel

Little Johnny's now on his doorstep weeping alone; he has nobody
He takes a sip from his Kool Aid and cries to himself; he's so lonely
It's not his fault he wears glasses and acquires good grades
But he's never been to a sporting event nor ever stayed up late

This pattern happens everyday as the kids push him around
Some days are worse than others; like the time he kissed the ground
If More Like This

We're Not Crazy"We're Not Crazy"

Sometimes I used to think I was crazy
But I could never really tell
For was it wrong to have suicidal tendencies
Even when everything was going well?

Was it crazy to cry alone in the dark
Believing things would never change?
Believing darkness consumed my heart
And my life would be the same?

Was it crazy to stay up all night drinking coffee
Just so I could sleep all day
Just so I wouldn't face the people
Who used me and threw me away?

Crazy people don't know they're crazy
Or at least they aren't meant to know
I can only speculate if this is true or not
But that's how the cliche goes

But then I started thinking
Maybe it' More Like This

Hunchback"Hunchback"

So much that I've done wrong
Always believing it's bad to be me
That I'll never amount to anything
Despite what I've already achieved

So much I can't control
No matter what cards I'm dealt
If I'm a product of my environment
Then why do I blame myself?

So much negativity
Was throw in my direction
It's no wonder I frown
On my unworthy reflection

So what if I've made mistakes?
That only shows I'm imperfect
Show me one human who's divine
And I'll shake his hand with respect

Still when darkness falls
And I sit here in the cold
i know I could do so much better
I know I can be so much more

One day, I'll show them
Everyone who laugh More Like This

IcicleYou've started so easy
You were once rain that fell
The easy direction you once loved
As you knew you would eventually rise again
From the water to the sky
But
Were not careful to avoid the house's ledge?
The open space meant freedom
Because you knew
You were once safe
You were not bound to anything
But the sky, and your brethern
As they too fell
And now you hang
Hanging on to dear life as the cold slowly freezes you
Turing you
Stone cold
Now your mistakes have failed you
And you hang on for dear life because the only direction waiting for you
Is down
The groud ready to crush you into pieces
As punishment for your simple mistake
You wait for the sunshine to come out and return you to the
Rain you were before
And now your useless
So fragile as the slighest force will shatter you
Ending you
Because your carelessness has caused you to turn
Stone cold and weak
Transluecent
You've become sharp
So easily able to cause
Another's pain
And now you wait
Hanging on for dear life to the house's More Like This

Morning Light“Morning Light”

These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again

I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead

I don’t want to be naïve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
I st More Like This

Complexities"Complexities"

What kind of father throws his own son
Out into the unknown to wander alone?
A father who if he didn't think his son could make it
Would not have sent him out there to roam

What kind of daughter hides secrets
From the kindness of her mother's care?
The kind who wants to protect her mother
And instead turns to God for prayer

What kind of son walks around
Concealing drugs in his backpack?
A son who doesn't want to see
His father resorting to that

What kind of annoying brother
Gives his sister's boyfriend a hard time?
One who doesn't want to see her hurt
Because love can sometimes blind

What kind of best friend hurts you
Or More Like This

Stay Young"Stay Young"

Remember when the only thing to do in the morning
Was lay in bed and watch cartoons?
Nothing else then seemed important
And we didn't get out of bed until noon.

Remember when after school every day
We would play tag in the park?
We couldn't be told what to say
And we'd run around like fools until dark

But now that we've become older
Making transitions to new frames of mind
Life is weighing down like boulders
And things suddenly aren't as fine

We can't help but think; we can't help but worry
Some say life will just begin
But it seems no matter how fast we hurry
We're in a race we just can't win

We're in a tunnel that has no l More Like This

ghostwriterhere, everyone’s pupils are dilated
and skin is stretched too tight
to expose the wind-swept spider webs
writhing beneath their porcelain composure

here, the shadows are afraid of us.

(and it is our desire
to finally come down to that place
of completion
where we
are
simple skeletons
with bleached
bones and
detached jaws)

at night, the rigid ghosts rock me to
sleep. their cardboard hearts and
inky eyes just begging to be seen

(it is only in the
darkness that I am
perceived to be more
than I am; holy
nightlight, exalted
star to guide them
all home

sleepily but
steadily blinking
out.)

the current carries my name,
I have spent More Like This

scraps and sacramentsyou,
beautiful siren girl with melodies
entangled in her hair: you are
shell-shocked and sea-struck
even though you cannot stand
the sensation of sand beneath
your toes.

you have fingers for prying, picking,
pulling at your skin and nesting
in that hollow space between
your bones. and if anyone asks,
you will swear there are monsters
sleeping in the concaves of your ribs;
there are ghosts beneath your tongue,
embittered, and you are not the words
you speak.

they say there is an answer, little girl
(sometimes you begin to believe you are
a scarecrow on the border of reality
begging people to turn the other way;
and the mirror will agree) More Like This

Myself.Why and how do I ... I fell in love with you?
All of these tears just continue to falling!

In that place, there was so much that I wanted to say in that moment,
However, I was not able to get the word out.
"Some places away,"
It happen to be the place that I was at.

I looked deep into your eyes that day,
I saw a deep sadness in them.
Are we really that similar? I wonder ...
Before I realize it, you was always by my side!

Why and how do I ... I fell in love with you?
On the inside of your voice, there was so much sadness, It made my heart ache.
In order to give a warm hug to you that I just want to do now.
It does not matter h More Like This

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BlueBlue
By John Getker

Steadied with a breath
I leap from the edge,
Down to the waiting sea.

Sky and ocean blur to one
The horizon fades away
Free of weight, I spin and roll
In a field of electric blue.

The water soon comes,
A soothing chill
And I sink in deepening blue.

Before too long
I am no more.
Dissolving skin and fading bone
Absorbed in the womb of blue. More Like This

Somewhere in dreamingSomewhere beyond the reach of space and time
My lover sleeps
Somewhere beyond the space of mind
My lover dreams

Past hours, past days, past months,
We sleep, we dream
Past shores, past land, past oceans,
We meet in a landscape of imagination

Beyond belief, hope, destiny and love
Two lovers do dream
Sleep opens her heavy gates, and in this
Strange distortion of space-time-memory,
Two lovers meet

The only touch distance can provide More Like This

For An Old SoulSomething there is, in the way you love me
That sets my weak, bone-cold heart a-beating;
A living spark, stone-old art, above the
Fear of our love’s eventual fleeting.
Sing, my darling, the song you have waited
All of your life to sing—take my hand Fate,
As we dance, soft and slow, with breath bated.
Sing, for nevermore shall I ask you to wait.
Everything I am is yours, forever,
And in your loving arms I long to rest;
Ours is a peace which can never be severed,
For you are my rock, the one I love best.
Love, take my heart, drink these sweet lover’s chills;
Now only we can cure each other‘s ills. More Like This

A Love Letter LullabySleep, sweet child, as Smaug under the Mountain,
Dreaming of change in the vein of Kelsier;
Battle the Dark One, Young Prince Faramir,
Shattering stone like Kvothe at the Fountain.

Master both worlds, young Black Robed Milamber,
By warding yourself like good master Arlen
With wild fancy like the mad teacher, Elodin,
‘Gainst villains like Illidan, whom to the self do pander.

But never lose yourself in evil dreams,
And wander not like poor Randolph Carter,
Forever lost in the spiraling void;
Instead, walk the path which more complex seems,
And if you doubt that harder is smarter,
Never will you walk the stars, says old storied More Like This

Wrath Is A Snow-Ridden MongrelWrath is a snow-ridden mongrel, weathered
By brow-beaten dreams of untempered hate,
Thrust into the heart of conspiracy.
She’s a crying child with open, bloodied wrists
Throwing tantrums laced with crimson regret,
Longing for a breast upon which to rest;
A mother scorned, cast into the darkness
Of love’s cruelest shadow, torn asunder now
By false promises forged in the heat of
Compromise. Wrath is the many-headed
Serpent God, trod upon by the heels of
Seven billion mortals’ feet, wound and reared
To lash out with bared, voluminous fangs
Aimed for the waiting flesh of countless spirits.
Wrath is the touch of More Like This

Cochineal and Beetle WingsI don’t love you
anymore.

I was going to lead up to this. Maybe claim
there was something caught in my throat
about beetle wings, cochineal – you know,
they make that stuff out of flight. Lipstick, I mean.
I mean the truth is

I can only smile like an inferno because
something else isn’t going to be flying away.
And I was going to say I’m sorry but I’m not.

I was going to lie to you like you needed me to,
but pray tell me how to grace through three weeks I hoped
for some kind(ness) of hurricane, so we could recalculate
in the aftermath, and nobody would blame me then for judging
that we came up empty. More Like This

GenesisGenesis
By John Getker

It starts as a black canvas,
A thought without form,
Where a single square rests
In the face of eternity.

Then the division comes,
And four others leap away
Spinning slowly in the emptiness
That will soon be so full.

The colors shift, the edges curve
The vibrations channel through me, rising,
I tremble with their etheral presence,
And do them justice as best I can.

My imagination soars,
The system grows,
Angles waltz with dignity and form
Curves weave through the dance.

Then the third dimension yawns into reality
Carrying with it infinite possibliity
Particle beams that arc through space
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Stitches in SilverCrumpled in her palms
it became nothing more than a ball of tinfoil.
With blunted corners
protesting /*¬\`| their way from the curl.

I watched her bite her nails
until the fingers swelled with blood
around the edges,
I did not stop her. I did not want to stop her.

Dissatisfied with the destruction
She put the packet on the table,
rubbed it out smooth
until it was flat and dull once more.

She tugged at the perforated veins
Until they dis
inter
grated.

She ripped and dug the blunted corners of her hands
Until the seeds popped out.
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a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are red

Violets are blue

If I ever go down

You’re coming too.

Tell all those secrets

Tell all those lies.

Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.

I tried my best

to be your friend.

but I guess all good things come to an end.

A hug or two ago,

you used to rock me to and fro.

Every time you walked by, I was speechless

Every time you spoke I was breathless

Every time we touched I was helpless.

I was trying to make you mine

But I guess I ran out of time. More Like This

GluttonHis caramel covered fingers caress my coffee skin
An epiphany aged in its own beautiful winery,  
A honeyed breath drawn in a moment so heated,
Its oven like intensity roasting any kind of chastity.  

Irreverently juicy, pleasingly sinful,
Succulently divine in its every form
Lovemaking at its most beautiful…
Moans that echo sheer gluttony.

I never knew passion was edible,
nor lust so delicious in its impassioned call 
Until he showed me why chocolate
is the most deadly sin of them all. More Like This

PuppetI am a puppet on strings
That won’t cut loose.
Master, bending my will
For others use.
No mind in my head
That I may claim.
Simply rods and cords
For I am tame.
I merely the puppet,
He, the grand puppeteer.
He can only talk.
And I can only hear.
I am a puppet on strings,
I will never be free.
Forever mimicking
What he wants me to be. More Like This

Dead WordsSome have been ashes,
Some left in the cold.
Memories forgotten,
Tales untold.
They ripped and hacked,
Cleaved and destroyed,
The words of past,
With their hearts of void.
Where will they be?
The words erstwhile said?
We must liberate those,
And the ones unread. More Like This

What I See"What I See"

In all these city streets
Where people look the same
The only one I see
Is the one that has your face
And all these city sounds
Where echoes ring in pain
The only sound I hear
Is the calling of your name

And all the leaves that change
On all these sturdy trees
Can never mean a thing
Unless you're here with glee
And all the roses bloom
And blossom in the night
For you I'd pick out one
And hold it in the light

And all the doves that fly
In all these lonely times
Are completely unaware
How much I raise you high
And where they go I know
Doesn't matter when
They are in their flight
Together they stay friends

And all the ones that More Like This

ThirteenOne day I'll let her go -
my balloon child,
made of air and stuff so thin

I don't know how it holds her in.
Nor what I'm to do then,

but watch her go, with her string
still attached like a doubt

she's not cast off yet. Not today,
but soon. For now,
she's still my child balloon.

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NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enough to love her skin on good days,
feeding encouragement to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
starving lips.

[Sometimes,
you must shed your own skin
to save it.] More Like This

Like You, Dad"Like You, Dad"

When I grow up, I want to be like you, Dad
I want to give my children the things I never had
I want to raise and nurture them the best I can
And if they fail at times of course I'll understand

I want to be there for them, the way you were there for me
Through hardships and happiness we'll build our memories
I want to watch them grow and change the way I did
And pray I don't leave them early like you left me, God forbid

I want to follow in your footsteps; every step by step
Though it's never easy because many nights I wept
Feeling hopeless and lost; emptied by exhaust
I wanted to go up with you by any means or cost

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