I search desperately for the girl I once was,
I left her buried in moon light and written words,
hidden in forests green and stone ponds of clear water
I left her lying under a blanket of stars in a field,
with warm earth pressed against her back.
Well I was seduced, called away
by the world of romance
A blonde devil, with eyes blue as the sky
who tore at my soul and conscience
and buried the person I once was
under regret and heartache.
Though I feel she remains,
always just out of my sight,
dashing around corners,
slipping through shadows









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"Life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone."
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"Life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone."
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"Life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone."
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We cannot change anything unless we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.
Carl Jung
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"Life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone."
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"You think you're the only ones who matter. You think you can put off death. But that peace made you foolish and thoughtless. If you kill someone, someone else will kill you... this hatred binds us together" - Pein