Of The Slightest Touch,
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And a polite nod.
And This,
ISMY journey.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
A slight wave,
And a polite nod.
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- Comming down to timing
- She ? is lost.
- I'll Try
- In Truth
- This Will Be What You Make Of It.
- Take My Hand
- This Time I Know
- And He Said:
- Walking Away
- His Words..
- Time After Time
- That One Moment
- Art School..?
- Every.Thing.Is.Numb.
- From different worlds:
- And You Should Know.
- I'm gone..
- Gonna Go Something Like This..
- Miserable At Best
- 43 Days
- The Down Low:
- Despondent?
- Slow Dance..?
- My Pt Family..
- I Cant Hold On To You
- I'm sorry..
- This Might Clear It Up..
- Current Status.
- good bye.
- Only If I Was Ready
- my day dream..
- We Are Just Two People
- And Its True..
- This Time Around,
- never like before..
- Failure.
- 71 Days Left
- my mind..
- No Sleep For The Empty.
- Hard Times Ahead
- The Chart.
- 73 days remain.
- This Time
- May 3rd, Day 1/77
- Truth is,
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