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In the rainbow boxes of preference,
they each are...
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I live in patterns of
misguided energy...
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You knew pain took over
her tiny body...
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I'm awake again while its still night
Not even a hint of morning light...
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I am quite capable
of bleeding on my own...
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"Ich bin müde, immer müde zu sein"
I am tired of always being tired...
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Another one has been buried here,
All I can do is shovel the dirt while silence is...
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I've lost faith in
so many things...
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Familiarity is the taste of nostalgia
and betrayal...
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Of all the arrows
aimed and shot from cupids bow...
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I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store...
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This isn't
a poem about you...