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Cries of pain ringing in my ears, nothing surrounds me but my fears...
Every Star In the Sky Resembles A Year, That I Want You In My Arms...
The stars in the sky are the years i want to be held safe in your eyes -i won a poetry - haiku- competition with this one
Torn between the paths, the one that will change the past or the yellow brick road??
Some see to believe Some need to believe to see Others don't believe