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inspired by and written for you
faceless name in the dark
blanketed in shadows and silence
its okay to s c r e a m
to fill your lungs with life
to bellow to choke to weap
its strange
how you love to hate hate to love
its strange
your broken heart
shattered dreams
pictures on the floor
faded memories
you read the same old story
in a different book
its dank with mold
but has a brand new look
pick up the pieces
wipe off the dust and tears
no more worries
set aside your fears
my troubled child
rest sleep
set aside
those memories
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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden
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