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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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