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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I wander away into the wilderness of woe I let the wistful winds blow The sun is all aglow Glide into me, happiness from afar Am I still your ever-glistening star? I am still left with this unmerciful scar… I am left with these letters to burn They were from my perilous past Solitude and gratitude was what I felt back then An upbeat attitude would be with me time and time again But it was only a short period of time Now, I am left with these letters to burn this time I won’t feel this guilt inside, oh not this time I won’t feel this cruel hate…I used to claim it as my own But, now, I have alienated ambition, who would’ve known… I am left to burn away the letters The letters that left me speechless and so alone The letters that made me feel dejected for a reason unknown The cool breeze brushes against my face as I run passed the trees of tranquility I let the abstract abyss embrace me all because I lost hope in my so-called future of prosperity The moon transforms into an eclipse before my very eyes I am wishing you won’t bid your heartless goodbyes Am I still your cheery, cherishable clouds? I am still blending in with these shady shrouds? I am left with these letters to burn They were from my perilous past Solitude and gratitude was what I felt back then An upbeat attitude would be with me time and time again But it was only a short period of time Now, I am left with these letters to burn this time I won’t feel this guilt inside, oh not this time I won’t feel this cruel hate…I used to claim it as my own But, now, I have alienated ambition, who would’ve known… I am left to burn away the letters The letters that left me speechless and so alone The letters that made me feel dejected for a reason unknown The lighthouse, with its vibrant ardency, Lights up the pathway to paradise and it’s meant to be But, this all-too-familiar sadness sweeps over me This gloominess haunts me and taunts me every so often And I keep asking myself, “Where have you been?” I fear for the worst…for the worst… I should look forward to situations working out first I am left with these letters to burn They were from my perilous past Solitude and gratitude was what I felt back then An upbeat attitude would be with me time and time again But it was only a short period of time Now, I am left with these letters to burn this time I won’t feel this guilt inside, oh not this time I won’t feel this cruel hate…I used to claim it as my own But, now, I have alienated ambition, who would’ve known… I am left to burn away the letters The letters that left me speechless and so alone The letters that made me feel dejected for a reason unknown I thirst for the aftermath of optimistic opportunities I never wanted this grief in the first place…so please… Take it all away… Take it all away… I want to live day after day Without getting caught up in disarray And feeling petulant distress everyday I don’t want to be in this dreary and gloomy state I don’t want to squander my time, running away from my fate Please…give me time to make it up to you Please…give me some time to start anew Why should I gather up letters to burn? Does it make any sense? When will it be my turn to earn gladness instead of sadness? How could I learn to deal with these insane, illogical sentiments? When will I be able to clean up my mess of impulsive madness? Enlighten me with passions Burn away the distractions…
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