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Unable to be
seen,
and unable to be felt.
Living and growing inside of us,
most not known
they are there at all.
Can only know some,
yet
we hold on to them no matter what.
Others helping
us to create them neither good nor bad.
Yet what they mean,
having
a power within, unable to be restrained from,
only can be lived with and a treasure of each they hold.
Deep in them, but hard to notice
while
some can and try to understand, while
we create more....
- by xX-Lunskai-Xx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/04/2009 |
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- Title: Memories
- Artist: xX-Lunskai-Xx
- Description: something i thought up
- Date: 09/04/2009
- Tags: memories
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