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page fifty
0 Reviews(Mar 22/06) Three little blurbs on the fiftieth page. Ja.
they say "it's for the better"
but we'll never be the same
they think we beat the hurricane
but we've already lost the game
the eye of the storm is calmest
but we find no reprieve
"it's not the end of the world"
but it is for me
-
we all say things we
never mean
feel above or below
crushed in between
-
once upon a time
everything fell apart
hope is not enough
to roll to the start
all the king's horses
and the whole of the town
made it to the top
now they'll never get down
but we'll never be the same
they think we beat the hurricane
but we've already lost the game
the eye of the storm is calmest
but we find no reprieve
"it's not the end of the world"
but it is for me
-
we all say things we
never mean
feel above or below
crushed in between
-
once upon a time
everything fell apart
hope is not enough
to roll to the start
all the king's horses
and the whole of the town
made it to the top
now they'll never get down
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