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Today equals no progress
When will my burdens disappear?
Or when will you make them less heavy?
Ok is wednesday, friday and maybe sunday
It comes and goes
Peace of mind is what I long for
The sky has lost Its color blue
Its now red
Why does It hurt when I know Its for the best?
or do I rejoice in my sufferings?
I push away the clouds of rain,
and when they're gone
I cry for them to come back again
Maybe I was born to hate,
To want the things I cannot change
Why dont I try hard enough for what I want?
Instead I settle for what I dont
I live this life feeling like i want to die
But at the same time afraid of death
I picked up a Bible today
A sign that i still got faith
Even when I thought I've lost it all
And a voice tells me that It wont help
But I cant seem to take my hands off of It.
Running on thunder,
how I loved you.
Even in your blueness
and in the quiet,
I wanted to touch your
soft blonde self, you
were so soft you were
bound to blow away
in the wind so
soft I could melt
at the knees and stay
on the ground with
my heart ahead of
my thoughts,

dreamer.
I'm still sighing
on the lightning,
unfazed even in
your lemon-yellow
love. Sunshine to
see a drifter fall
so perfectly.
You were always
going to be something
rain-like, drizzled
into my memories,
beautiful crystal
clear eyes, silent
somewhere, ghost of
your voice on my
grass-green heart.
Best wishes.

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