innerwar

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Day to day Keeps its charade 
On the head of a pin we dance
awesome is the way you've never failed to pick me up when I fall... the way you move whenever anyone in the world calls your name.  
Tick tock tick tock goes the clock. Time passes by but not my thoughts.
If I was honest With myself, I'd say to the Mirror I was a desperate woman, But only to love The two people looking back With everything That I could ever give Us
I close my eyes and let the darkness engulf me I grab hold of reality, then fall into a deep abyss My past is my nightmare and I am the creator My heart, with wet tissues and closed valves, aches I am always at war
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