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Author: tyrantvirus
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst/General - Reviews: 7 - Published: 12-08-04 - Updated: 12-08-04 - id:1778043

Nothing ever seems to work

All I ever do’s complain

Every were the echoes float

Calling me to come to them

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Now I, retreat

I put things off until the end

Now I, repent

Crawl around the bitter ground

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Every drink I take in me

Helps it all to go away

All the chances that I take

Help me to avoid the risks

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Now I, resent

All the things I’ve never done

Now I, relent

I take it easy when asleep

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Show me, your eyes

And I will watch until they close

Show me, surprise

An emotion I have ceased to see

Take me, away

And I will hear the echoes float

Take me, today

I may find my piece of mind



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