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Momentum
Days seem to tick by, like the second hand on a clock.
I'm not sure if I'm ready for the rest of my life to begin, but I'm going to face it head on, regardless.
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The blurring of lines. The smoke and mirrors you use to get a real chance at feeling. The embers of a dying fire that you wouldn't give a chance. The breaking of light over city awash in the revelation of new day.
Author
- Gene
- Youngstown, Ohio, United States
- I'm Gene. I love to sing. I like to play guitar. I don't really sleep.
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January
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- And in the End, I lie awake and Dream of making my...
- Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day.
- I'm starting to Believe the Ocean is just like You.
- Pretensiousness In Stereo
- Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot.
- Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever.
- Instrumentality is kind of akward.
- We'll just pretend that no one knows
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