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WarTo rest is a poison you can't flee,and night becomes a battle no one sees.The air so thick with fear your sight is blind;Enemies on your doorstep no one finds.Your only friend, a whisper in the night.
HerI would give anythingfor just one nightin her armsI would risk everythingfor just one chanceto make her smile.
GravityHolding me upWhen I so desperatelywant to fall down.
Things We Never Remembercolors in the sunset and whispers of a faraway star:the skip of my heart when she came home.
Art RhythmThere isrhythm in musicand letters in books;color in picturesand knowledge in words.Every work has a mediumand every story, a theme.The Artist has a missionsand the Audience, a debtart is an expressionof soul and spiritof joy and longingof loss and redemptionof heart and passionof life.
DoubtWhen sleep becomes that gnawing voice,slithering like a snake across your mind.When every mistake becomes a slightand every word a question filled with fear.You can't look her in the eyes becauseyou're afraid of what she'll see.Every stutter is a language to itself,trying to speak up before your heart chokes.Every glance, a weaponin a war you already lost.Every moment asks the question,"How long will you hold on?"