

Life In My HandSitting on the beach, I run my fingers through the sand. Staring at the sun I will my legs to stand, But thinking doesn’t realize, And so I’m still here. Sitting in the sand.Life In My Hand
Lying on the beach, My heart in my hand Beating at the fingers, I’m beating at the land, But beating doesn’t matter And so I’m still here, Lying in the sand.
Bleeding on the beach, My life in my hand I cry
And I stand. I’m ready for something real, And it’s not happening here on the sand. Life isn’t something that’s given to you,
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Familiarity's New FrequencyLingering within me Teasing me; echoing Every bit of pain. It knows all my secrets, And steals every last Drop of confidence.Familiarity's New Frequency
A pain so familiar Has a new frequency... Its higher pitch so New and dear, How easily it intrudes as I Let down my guard.
Its the one thing That will never leave Me; never lie; But always cheating. Only showing its Ugly face at the Worst of times, Forcing emotion on mine.
A game I can never Win for the fairy-tales Of everlasting joy Have faded with the Yea
Ego..
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When in a High School classroom, you should never hear the teacher utter the phrase, "Take that backpack off of your head and remove those pencils from your nostrils."=Abfc
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CLEEEEEEEK
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CLEEEEEEEK
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never end.
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