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Post by phpshift on Apr 20, 2007 23:14:33 GMT -5
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The pain burns my heart,
Thinking of the slab of stone.
Once the savior from my nightmares,
Now I'm trapped here all alone.
Forsaken by those who should care,
Thrown out from what should be home,
How, in this cold world, will I fare?
How many streets must I roam
Before I find where I belong?
What kind of life am I force to face?
When, again, will I be strong
Though an outcast from my race?
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Post by phpshift on Apr 20, 2007 23:24:14 GMT -5
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By my power I live.
By my power I'm falling.
By your side I once stood
And heard your voice calling.
What I wouldn't give,
The power I wouldn't trade
To take back what I've done,
Erase the mistake I made.
Take away the glimmering gold.
Take away the crystals so clear.
If to your hand I may take hold
So you can chase away my fear.
Why did they leave me
Alone in this place?
I know, if you were here,
You'd soften my face.
I'd keep my love and lose my might
To lose the tears and still my fright.
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Post by phpshift on Apr 20, 2007 23:28:18 GMT -5
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This is a new world for me.
A world of those like I am.
A world in which I can be free?
I'm afraid not so, not in any land.
I still feel the pain.
Where are they now?
Do they think about me?
If so, how?
Do they remember me
As I was before?
Or will they see me
As the killer forever more?
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Post by phpshift on Apr 20, 2007 23:36:57 GMT -5
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Post by phpshift on Apr 20, 2007 23:38:12 GMT -5
Pages Five and Six:
*torn out*
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Post by phpshift on Apr 21, 2007 0:00:38 GMT -5
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Oh divine, swimming silver,
May your envy be well-founded.
For your beauty may ne'er compare
To the one before me.
You may swim, you may fly
But you never will stand
In the everlasting pressure
Of her beaming eyes.
I am holding tight
As we watch you surround us.
I promised her safety.
That promise, I keep.
We rose willingly
From your outstanding beauty
But I hope that of her heart
Will never leave mine.
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Post by phpshift on Apr 28, 2007 18:09:47 GMT -5
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A lost past to be recovered,
A part of it already found.
Disown the one and take the other.
Bury one far underground.
Your heart is torn and wrenched in two,
The road has split, so find your way.
The choice is set in front of you.
Will you go or will you stay?
A world has held you for three times,
The other one, eleven more.
Both are proved to be sublime,
But only one can hold your cure.
You can make fine gold from stone,
But the world won't take your pace.
Either way, you'll be alone,
Wishing for the other place.
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