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Repeat
Past pain learned
Burned within our hearts
Anything related
We set flames
Agitated
Our inner demons
Slowly seeming
That anything that provokes
The insecurity
Fixated on the remote
Event that occurred
Reliving the feeling
The heart's been concealing
We push away
The one we think is causing the pain
When it's our own projection
A reflection
That we need to heal
Slowly start to ...
Sunday 29th November 2020 3:38 pm
HARD
HARD
Every generation has its own hard men
who rule the block, kick the new kids ass’s.
Who rule every bar, don’t take no for an answer,
are not to be messed with and demand respect.
They use the weapons of their trade, knives,
brass knuckles, guns, bats and more.
Take them away and their fists are a back up,
sure fire way of defence, offence.
A h...
Sunday 2nd December 2012 3:02 pm
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