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| There Ain't No Justice |
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- Poetry Interlude 03 -
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by the AC908 Poet's Society.
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Okay. This TANJ file has perhaps the most authors of any single file to
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date, but it seems like everyone has seen fit to send me poetry this week.
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So, the autors of this file are Cat Eye, Spectre, and Fringe, in pretty much
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that order.
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--------------------------------Cat Eye-------------------------------------
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Poems, poems and more poems.. that's all I seem to be doing lately..
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every time I sit down, and I feel the urge to write, a poem flows from
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my finger tips.. deep in meaning and in thought, and since some of you guys
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actually seem to like some of these poems, I am trying this again, more poems,
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some recent, some not so.
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We'll start with the most recent. Written yesterday as a matter of fact.
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I sat down in homeroom, usually I'd write a note to someone to kill time,
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but the previous night had brought me much thought, and wonderment, and when
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I sat down in my seat to write a note, it became a poem. I didn't know how
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else to say what I wanted to say. I still don't. But this poem made things
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a lot easier. I'll end with the the least recent, and those poems that have
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no date, or dates I can't find. Those also happen to be probably the most
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boring, and least interesting, to me anyway. But you know what they say,
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everyone is their own worst critic!
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--* A Look At You *--
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When I look into your eyes
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I see an ever forming pain
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A look of hurt, need and of suffering
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I want to reach out and touch you
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Assure you I am real
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I want to reach out and feel you
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Let you know I am near
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I want to reach out and hug you
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To assure myself you are mine
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I want to reach out and kiss you
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Feel your lips touching mine
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And when I touch your heart
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I feel an irregular beat
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A beat of anger, wonderment and of confusement
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I want to tell you I love you
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To help make you understand
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I want to tell you I care
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So that you know I am always there
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I want to tell you how I feel
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But I can't find the words
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I want you to feel for me
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The way I do for you.
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--Dedication: To Justin:
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I don't know how else to say what I mean,
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You understand that the feelings are undescrible
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that they mean so much, words can't express it!
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I know you needed to know how I felt, and this is
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one of the better ways I could think of doing it!
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--* Bright Nothingness *-- 10/11/92
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Sitting, looking into total nothingness
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An eerie feeling in complete blackness
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Trapped, cornered, nowhere to run to
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A captured state of being in utter silence
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Screaming, so as not to feel so alone
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Crying, so as not to feel so insecure
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Running, hopping, skipping, jumping
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So as not to feel so trapped
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A sudden crack, a new sound
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A sudden stream of steady light
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A sudden feeling of hope, life returns
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Another scream to get attention of an outsider
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A yelp, scream and a holler
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Pounding, banging and pleading
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A new sound, the voice of someone
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Quieting, talking aloud, pleasing for help
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Hopes rising, depressed feelings fading
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Her laughters of hopes echoes, turning into cries
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The voice she heard was her very own
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An echo, a game in her mind
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Slumping to the floor she coils up
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Clutching herself, trying to find inner strength
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Hours seem to take years of feelings
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A sudden outburst causes her to leap up
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That one crack could become several
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It could become bigger and better
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The dim light shinning through brightened
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She screamed and yelled
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Pounded, pushed and pulled on the wall
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Footsteps echoed on the outside
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More pounding and beating joined in her efforts
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The outside help helped greatly
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The crack grew bigger, and greater
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Once again the outside would could be seen
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Kicking, shoving, pounding, pushing
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Her excitement grew, but who was out there
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She was eternally greatful to her new friend
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An earbursting sound echoed, each stepped back
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Crouching in a corner, ears and eyes covered
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She cried as the wall crumbled to nothingness
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Slowly is seemed to disinigrate, fade out of view
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Her helper climbed through and picked her up
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Brushing away all dirt and tears
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He held her tight, never letting loose
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He raised her faith, her hopes and her dreams
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He slowly but surely introduced her to love
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He sheltered her from all wrong and evil
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Her blanket at night, her guide at day
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--Dedication: To Justin:
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You've shown me a lot in our short
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time together. You've torn down all
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of my barriors. You've made me feel
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whole, complete. You truely DO hold
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the key to my heart for always!
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I love you with all of my heart!
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--* Nothing Before *-- 9/16/92
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You sat across from me
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That look of sweetness in your eye
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You sat there silent, calm, and cuddled
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When parted I felt the urge to cry
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I wanted to reach out, touch you
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Tell you everything would be fine
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I wanted to hold you, and cradle you
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I needed to know you were mine
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The days seem so long and cold
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I wonder how I last a day alone
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Not having the warmth of your touch
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I miss looking into your eyes as they shine
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The feeling of your hand over my heart
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Just that one touch, and my heart beats more
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The feeling of being in your arms can't be explained
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You make me feel loved and free, like nothing before
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--Dedication: To my love and my
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everything-- Justin!
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--* Shine Happily *-- 7/22/92
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Bright and full of energy
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Rising to awake the world
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Taking its place in the skies
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Shining happily; even alone
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He remains there all day
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Full of bright light and hope
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Clouds passing him one by one
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Still shinning happily; even alone
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As he eventually becomes tired
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He slowly sneaks away
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Back from where he came
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Still slighting shinning; even alone
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Just as all other good things
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That slowly comes to an end
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The skies turn pink, purple, orange
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And the sun can no longer shine
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--Dedication: To Jim Arico:
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You'll probably never see this, but
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that one night, July 22, 1992 I will
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never forget.. The walk on the beach,
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the first and last time we'll ever see
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each other.. I'd lost all hope in writing
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poetry, and you inspired me to start
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again... You gave me faith in what I do
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best! I thank you greatly! Virginia Beach
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is a memory always!
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--* Puzzling Pain *-- 5/24/92
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Every night I sit here alone
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I can think of nothing but you and I
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I sit here alone, at heavens doors
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And I realize the pain in my heart
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Caused only by a shattering mirror
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I try to gather the pieces on my own
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Then, startled, I drop them again
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Suddenly, I realize this game I'll never win
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I was trying to put together a puzzle
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A broken puzzle, the center piece missing
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After looking at the puzzle, unfinished for hours
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I've come to realize I can't replace the piece
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Crumbled and torn apart
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The puzzled is placed back in its box
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Useless, uncared for, never thought of again
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This puzzle brought forth only pain
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--Dedication: To Paul:
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You might see this,t here's a good
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chance of it.. You never thought I
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could let you go.. I did.. This poem
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says it all!
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--* Memories *--
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Memories are a thing of the past,
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We must all find ways to make them last
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Memories are special feelings,
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Thoughts of creation and painful healings
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Memories will always be with us
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No way in the world could they escape
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Memories are our pride and joy
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They can't be taken from girl or boy
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Memories are what keep us going
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They keep our feelings inside showing
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No one can rid us of these
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These thoughts are here, only to please
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So take this moment and remember a piece of the past
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A lost family member or friend, and make them last!
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--Dedication: To my grandfather:
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I'll think of you always, even though
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you're not here, physically, you're still
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in my heart! I'll always have your memories.
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Not only of you, but of everyone.. You helped
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inspire this one, you've been a great inspiration
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and where-ever you are! I miss you and love you!
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--* Special *--
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When the tear drops fall,
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I hate to say good-bye
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It can be so very painful
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to see someone you love cry
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As I wave and see you go,
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wonderful thoughts of you just flow
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But while you're gone, I feel so low
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I just can't help being this mellow
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But when you return,
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this all fades
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The smile I see, and your wave,
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my spirits rise --
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Because you're such a wonderful surprise!
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--Dedication: there is none amazingly..
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not that I can remember anyhow! But I
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do remember it's Skyewalkers favorite!
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--* Laughter and Confusion *--
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Laughter and confusion are two different things
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Plain and simple, this can easily be seen
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What used to be a wonderful laughter
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Has all turned into a messy confusion
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I used to think, it was all ok
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That someday soon, it would all fade away
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I've lived and I've learned
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I've loved and been burned
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But now I know, that this isn't right
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I've learned my lesson and gained new height
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It is time for me to ignore your harsh words
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To move right on and learn the song of the birds
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To be happy, and to be free, can't you see...
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That is exactly how it should be!
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--Dedication: No one!
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---Jennifer D. Cummings
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AKA Cat Eye
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------------------------------------Spectre-----------------------------------
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The Wall
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Over and Over I throw myself at the wall
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A wall built brick bt brick by my fears
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anger, and hatred
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A wall held together by my love, desire
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and heart
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once again I throw myself at the wall
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expecting nothing. yet, this time I feel a break
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a crack, a fault in the indominatlbe wall
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once again I throw myself at the wall
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my body has no effect upon it, but my
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mind, my mind senses the Break
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once again I throw myself at the wall
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not with my body as before
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with my mind
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a fault
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a crack
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an opening
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once again I throw myself at the wall
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but to no avail, my mind is not strong
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but my heart, my heart may be
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once again I throw myself at the wall
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with my mind
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with my heart
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and with my body
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a sound, rushing air, the sound of freedom
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form my prison, my torture
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Once agia I throw myself at the wall
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I meet nothing, I am free
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yet the freedom is different
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No sun
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No laughter
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No love
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once again I throw myself at the wall
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no to escape my torment
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to return to it
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for I can live with the pain
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I can live with the loneliness
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I can live with the greif
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yet I cannot live without love,
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without laughter
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without sun
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once again I throw myself at the wall
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@ 1992
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Written By anthony Panariello
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in refernce to Kari
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----------------------------The Fringe----------------------------------------
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-----A REASON-----
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inspired by Tal Meta
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do you know where you are?
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do you know what you are?
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do you even exist?
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do you even care?
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I can not speak for you.
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I can speak for myself.
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I am Fringe.
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I exist.
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"Is a thought about a unicorn a real thought?"
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I think I exist.
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I exist.
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I exist even if only as a figment of my imagination.
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I live in the world.
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I exist in the world.
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I exist in my imagination.
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My imagination is my world.
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The world is in my imagination.
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The imagination exists in the mind that imagines it.
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I imagine imagination.
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Imagination exists in my mind.
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Imagination sets the patterns of the mind.
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The mind controls the imagination.
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It is within my ability to control my mind.
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It is within my ability to control my imagination.
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The world exists within my imagination.
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It is within my ability to control the world.
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"The ability to act conveys the responsibility to do so."
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I have the ability to change the world.
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I have the responsibility to do so.
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I can speak only for myself.
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You must speak for you.
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