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Our Lives


All I see is

Black ashes

Clouding up in the sky.

Dusts roaming

Everywhere and guilt

Foreclosures inside me.

Good things happen when you are

Happy, but

Insecurities and

Jealousy

Kills us inside.

Lying is even worse.

More and more the future darkens to

Nothing in sight.

Open your eyes.

People are here for you,

Quit whining.

Restart your lives,

Save special moments and you will

Truly be

Understood and the

Veins in your body

Will start to relax like a

Xylophone chiming into a fade.

You are getting there and all of the

Zooming in your head will slow down and become clear.

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