Children roam these empty streets
With lust filled eyes and jagged hearts
Narrow frames and crooked teeth
The whole more valuable than each part
And the grasp you have upon this group
Is as fragile as a pile of ash
They know your lies and weakness
With each open hand you bluntly lash
Oh these soft legged girls
And hard faced boys
They know no god
They have no voice
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This was my vision of here...
cool, ain't it?
[ where the hell did my fucking italics button go?!]
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I'm gonna Leave.
I need to focus all my attentions, aspirations, hopes and dreams on something more important than this. She is way more than I could imagine.
All I need is a few favors and I, hopefully, won't even exist anymore!
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