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Can you imagine how it feels Each day to turn your face and examine all examples of the human race? No matter how many revolutions Trips are all the same When you're back to the place from whence you came.

It was weird, waking up then. A 24 hour shake from dawn til dawn. I can't lie, it's the same story over and over. And can't you tell? It's the same hell, same words done out and dolled up time after time. Even in a 24 hour day there's no glimmer of love, or trust, or those things that make friendship a must. All the same, I deal it, you feel it. Your pain, I can heal it. All the same, I'm broken to blame. We push those boundaries together. I'll see to it that circumference references you, dear. If I stand right here, I'm at the center til you steal it. You double reel it. We push those boundaries forever. Just another desperate junkie thro

With a hardened heart and a daring smile, The lark does sing of its love for guile; The somber flames doth calm all the while, As the nightingale cries its sweet lullabies, "Goodnight," he sighs, as his lover dies- And to no one's surprise, the lark tells her lies To mimic the hope of compromise, When she tells him of her fantastical demise. My friend, I believe this personification May cause some frustration, But let it be known that the harlot's moan Will perhaps have some relation To he who yields to temptation, Like a king on a throne who could very well be prone To refusal to atone for the destruction if his nation, For th