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Ripping Reality

Forever trapped, can't break free, I need out, let me be Drops of falling fear, bursting into puddles of courage Rivers run with oil, painting earth's mighty image The sun finally warming me with memories of old friends I'll follow them anywhere if my heart intends Rise above the clouds, chasing the not-so-silly dreams No way to tell real from fake, reality is ripping at the seems

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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