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Nothing I can do that I have not done.
No words I can say. No truth left that I can see.
So must I let this end so everything falls apart.
Before I live the life as I have always done.

Tell me what to do so I do nothing wrong.
Something I can hope for. Something real that I can see.
So nothing falls apart. So that it does not end.
I cannot return. I can't start again.

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So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why am I lone and why do I feel that
I carry a sword through a battlefield?

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Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.
Reckless thoughts survive.
Anachronistic and impulsive.

And what will happen?
Will I dream?
I am too scared to close my eyes.

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If I could change your mind
I wouldn't save you from the path you wander
In desperation dreams any soul can set you free
And I still hear you scream
In every breath, in every single motion
Burning innocence the fire to set you free

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No need of sun to light the way
Across the ages, we have reigned as we endured
Through the storm fronts we will ever surely pass
To stand as never ending light

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And I tell myself, I keep repeating
that your ways are bringing you to me,
that I will find my true salvation,
that these ways of mine are bringing you to me.

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I laughed as I waved and imagined you saw me
In the streets of the city, the windows of buildings,
a million faces gazing upwards in wonder
A million faces together and cheering and smiling
You were the warmth of their hearts, you were the sum of their dreams
In the coldness of morning you brought warmth to their lives

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And, of course;

We were once young and blessed with wings
No heights could keeps us from their reach
No sacred place we did not soar
Still greater things burned within us
I don't regret the choices that I've made
I know you feel the same

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I'm having a VNV evening :D VERY LOUD INTO MY HEADPHONES.

Sing along!

I had such high hopes for this piece of writing :/

My cat is too much like me.

Some days I want to choke her, just a little bit.

I mean, the bloody cow, come on, she hovers on my desk RIGHT when I'm busy and want to be doing something, she sits across my arm so I can't get to the mouse and can only use the keyboard with one hand, she purrs her head off and gets all squishy when usually she's a cold, hard, hissing, spiteful BITCH (I do love her for that, though) and THEN when I leave the room to encourage her to GET OFF MY BLOODY DESK... SHE SITS ON MY CHAIR!

I am literally hanging off the chair, and what part of me I do have on there, it HURTS. And she's still bloody purring.

Seriously. I was on a roll here, WRITING. And it's just being ruined slowly.

I might getting a headache caused by purring.

Girl cats are evil. If it ain't Meg, it's Cleo licking me as if I don't WASH and meowing her head off because the door is closed and she doesn't like that.

Catsaresuchachore.

...I wouldn't change them for the world.