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I’m dying to seize my breath
Why won’t I ever learn? I was beginning this endless struggle in my dream last night just to win thou back Shall I? Should I? How will I? Can you still see what it hopes to forfeit? Don’t tear it down for my imagination cannot die I see that when you stay low…nothing happens Nothing shatters behind the night’s shadow when the only truth is held by the eye of the wind Close the doors, hands freezing reaching for yours. Fight for a day, catch my life and see it turning around. It speaks words which I, myself do not recognize. “Be silent!†From an impressive view They climb the hill of questions until you break in one hundred and 13 pieces like the mirror she offered as a soft present to the beginning of the end… --Please say my name… remember who I am…— I was fighting once more for a breath of air when drops of water fell near my discouraged skin They were acting normal, but I desired to fly They were not able to understand, I wouldn’t explain. I sought after giving it all up, take the key to the other end of the world Until I could see a sign of recognition ---I miss you like hell and I’m feeling blue--- Sunday, 18 November 2007 15:29:13
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