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[May. 6th, 2004|02:50 pm]
poetsofdarkness

poetsofdarkness

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and he shouts through the night,
and he denies all his problems,
and he tells his lies,
and he just denies,
and what matters the most is what is hardest to say,
and he thinks about how,
and he knows that he should,
but he can't,
and he won't,
yet he will,
and he knows what will happen in his hearts of hearts,
and he knows what will not happen in his hearts of hearts,
and he knows nothing at the same time,
it's flash of pure genious thats gone in an instant,
and it's his only hope until tomorow when hope rejuvinates like a ray sunshine that pierces his heart.
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