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4/25/2012
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When alternate realities become real, there's only so much I can feel. Broken glass on exchange of broken screams, I am running blindly through my broken dreams. Shattered torn apart in pieces I am everywhere. Filtered through cracks in bits I am nowhere. Never knowing which way to go, running aimlessly in the dark. Maybe one day I'll find the answer, a new light to my everyday spark. Maybe yes, maybe no. Maybe someday it'll go to show. Running aimlessly leads you nowhere. Yet somewhere is where I'll always be.
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