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    If there wasn't obsession waiting to tear all I simply regain, not only do I ache but I wish the end would have mercy. Pride, never meant for the squirmish or weak stomached attacks, striking again and again. I feel myself slipping through a broadway of safeguards in place. Now I imagine myself in a huge field next to a beautiful lake, and the butterflies continue to fill all the space, the sun tries to shine through, while trying to catch an echo.. Infinite happiness seems not so far, I am rising to explode then WHAM! I look up and see your your deranged smile and devilishly eagerless notions. Simple slap in the face as I continue down the unfair path you make me travel. Long gone youth on top of broken dreams.



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