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When you are on your own.

When you are all alone,

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Sitting in your room,

And starring at the light’s gloom.

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Emotions will find their way,

To signalize that it is gone, the day.

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The night approaches,

Your emotions crawling like cockroaches,

In your mind and you’re beginning

To think if these emotions are real,

If you have some left to feel.

Feeling joy and sorrow perhaps tomorrow.

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For the moment, that is now,

You wonder how.

Shock and wow!

Shouts of astonishment,

Emotions overwhelmingly decent,

Deep and solid, thus:

How feels the joy’s end?

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For the moment,

How is it meant,

To be and why pretend?

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The world believes to be smart.

Does not count the broken heart!

The world uses us as soulless guard.

Makes us count that we’re taking part,

In this madness! This journey of destruction,

Through ignoring the warning about global warming!

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For the moment, that is now,

You wonder how.

Shock and wow!

Shouts of astonishment,

Emotions overwhelmingly decent,

Deep and solid, thus:

How feels the joy’s end?

¨

When you are on your own.

When you are all alone,

¨

Sitting in your room,

And starring at the light’s gloom.

¨

If you took the action,

If you won’t be part of the attraction,

You could stop the life from being fiction.

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Realize, analyse,

Your mind is stuffed with lies,

Stories and fairy tales of non-exploding whales.

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For the moment,

how is it meant,

To be and why pretend?

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The lie is the truth that has no sooth.

Your mind creates an illusion out of your perception.

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If you took the action,

If you won’t be part of the attraction,

You could stop the life from being fiction.

Wheel Of Choice ►

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