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Jan 22, 2008
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Dreams of Afar
All these things running through my head.
When I can't even remember the last thing I said.
I want to cry.
I want to die.
Fuck this life, stop telling me lies.
I need to get out, cry to the stars.
Spill my secrets, secrets run afar.
More memories, more lies.
I will never escape the fire in your eyes.
I hate who I've become,
Yet love who I've been.
Dreams of afar, memories of back when.
— poetryisahigherpower18, Jan 22, 2008
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RSScheerer
18 years 6 months ago
there is a freshness
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