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Yesterday marks the path from whence we came; |
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If crime didnt pay |
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Death soves all problems, |
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DANCE... the outer expression of inward emotions - emotions that escape the feeble boundaries of words. |
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I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. |
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Live, as if u were to.. die tomorrow... |
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Sometimes lifes not fair. |
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Not everybody who lies is untrustworthy. |
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Carelessly Unspoken |
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Completely Incomplete <-3 |