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by Westley Sep 26, 2005 category : Life, society / other
Through this pen I take away All the things wrong about today Upon this paper I release the pain Sketched out between these lines to drain away the rain Cloudy sky’s mark my days Blocking me from the sun’s harmful rays I try to keep going See to another side Beyond life’s obstacles Is there somewhere out there that my future resides