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They confine you.
They seperate you from the world.
You live inside these walls.
You have put up these walls.
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cold NIGHT
dark NIGHT
...good NIGHT
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It follows you everywhere!
It's with you at all times!
It's waiting around every corner!
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He who plots the destruction of others will often perish in the attempt.

He places an obstacle in front of the pale blue colored eyes of the one who he thinks is...weak
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Time waits for nobody.
We are living our lives in nothing more than borrowed time.
Clawing with our fingernails through our darkest times, like a wandering worm traveling through the deepest darkest soils of earth.
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what is this life?
a dream?
or a lie?
this life is nothing but what you make of it.
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there it is.
year after year.
new faces.
same place.
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happiness is something one trys to find.
its not bought, stolen, nor can one give happiness.
we are on a constant search for happiness.n
we will not find it.
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9.

here we are
just passing by.
going nowhere but time does fly.
this life goes by so fast.
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Life? its seem so complicated.
Can't really put your finger on what it is?
Life is a search for 'Happiness'.
In my few years on this earth of confusion i have learned that,
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What lies over those hills and far away?
'elsewhere'. Beyond the yellow brick road that is 'our' society.

'Elsewhere' is the place we try to forget but can't.
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At first glance this kid doesn't apper 'different'.
He doesn't stand out like a sore thumb.
He is not likely to be the one wearing a pink tie to a black and white formal.
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Part of me is a penetrating red,
like in the fall when the trees are flaming red.
Happy
excited
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Life is a mountin.
Tall jagged and rough.
Yet elegant and pure.
You begin to realize some parts are easy to climb while others are terribly hard.
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The Best Poem Of icy storm

The Walls

They confine you.
They seperate you from the world.
You live inside these walls.
You have put up these walls.
If these walls could talk,
what would you tell them?
say what you want,
but they will never say anything back.

Like evey structure made by man
is destroyed,
by man.
your walls of confinement will crumble to the ground.
you scream as your peices rain onto the ground.
If only these walls could talk.

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