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Facade

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I'm not really free to express my emotions here in social media, I am hindered by the people I love, To love someone so much that it hurts... so much that it kills you inside... So much that you can't put it into words... I can’t express my pain... I can’t even paint… No color can define how dark I feel right now… No amount of shade or hue… It’s a pain that you cannot find on the spectrum… ... Why is it so painful? To love someone too much… that you allow them to hurt you… And you forgive them anyway... and then getting away with it… I can feel my core droping it's temperature How can I possibly get out of this pain... I hope someone could help me... so this is how it feels... That the only way to end this pain is to end it all... I hope someone out there could read this… It’s easy to decipher these symbols But it’s not easy to understand this feeling… I love life… I love being happ...
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Understanding

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The fear of something will hinder what is most important, To understand the said "thing." It may be hard to realize it, but when you open yourself to understanding it, It will let you forget why you fear that "thing." Once you have Understood why, you'll soon know it is what it is. There are many "things" people may fear, but if one takes the courage to just understand it, and teach people how to come to terms with it, it will not be just an it.... it will be something any man or woman may name and face it.
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It hurts

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It hurts sooo freakin' bad.. I do not understand the pain anymore.... I saw her... with him.... with a smile.... I'm happy that she is happy... but she is happy with another guy...... I don't feel right anymore..... toshiro.... get a grip of yourself...... It's not right anymore..... To feel this way is like... being crushed by the world itself... I don't like this feeling.... I hurts sooo bad....
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Faded

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The black is turning silver, your flesh is getting paler, the joy is now minimized this is the day we realize. . . don't let that happen, and from this moment on, lets try to keep that day, far far away. . . the dawn is half past dead, and now we don't have anything to unload in our head, maybe our time is nearly over, or we just begun to turn our ends motor. we wont let that happen, and from this moment on, lets try to keep that day, far far away. . . lets play our old toys, and swing or swings, till we see what we already saw, lets make it all clear just before we go. . . we will never let that happen, and from this moment on, lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .
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Carpet bombs v1

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Sunday morning. . . You'll hear oldies on the radio, while your woman cooks your microphone. The siren screaming "get away from here!" the Aud lang syne is in your ears, It changes overtime. The moment of silence is important, than a series of bombing for the innocent. . . The running chariot of insolence, heading it's way inside my head and blowing it! Saturday have just arrived, The nightly calm and lullabies. Yesterdays home is now long gone. . . my father shot himself with a two barrel shotgun. . . The moment of silence is important, than a series of bombing for the innocent. . . The running chariot of insolence, heading it's way inside my head and blowing it!
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