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Only by a DreamSo here we are, together once again.
The darkness is here, happiness is near.
I close my eyes
To see your smiling face.
It was a challenge for us,
But we've finally escaped
From that place-
Life has split into duality.
So much time has passed
Now we're finally together.
But we know this can't last
We can't stay here forever.
With your hand in mine
Nothing has ever felt stronger
We try to stay in this world
For just a little bit longer.
The darkness is almost gone,
And the light's creeping through...
But I'll never stop dreaming
It's the only place I can be with you.
LiveThe rhythm of your beating heart,
The soundtrack of my life.
I hear your cries, I wipe your tears
I saw you with your knife.
You want to leave, you want it to end,
To bury all of your strife.
I need you here, you have to stay
Without you I might
A Soulder to Cry onCold and alone, I sat in my dark room waiting for that phone call I was promised. Trying not to cry, my thoughts ran wild Thoughts of life and death, of pain and agony. The voices in my head were saying that things will only get worse I was starting to believe them.
Suddenly my phone rang. With shaking hands I reached over to answer. Mark's voice shot through the phone, "OMG, Blake I'm so sorry. I slept in late without realizing it " I sighed, trying to stay calm so he couldn't hear my pain.
"Oh I'm sorry. Blake can't get the phone right now. He's too upset." I said with a dry voice. "B-Blake, I'm sorry! I couldn't sleep last night, so I slept in on accident..." I tried to hold in my cries But failed. "Can you just get over here? Now."
"Yes, of course." Mark replied. "Bye."
I tried to stand, but my body was weak. Soon Mark was at the door, knocking three times. I crawled to the door. I clutched the doorknob, pulling myself up. I opened the door with one hand cove
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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