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It looks like we all ran out of things to say hasn't it.
This is my usually feeling not knowing.
Just not knowing what to say next, this feeling
I think we all get but in some its greater, in me
Its fear that doesn't lesson but grows.
I'm chained to the ground by this feeling.
My mind is always empty so then why does
All this spew over, maybe because it's not mine
Maybe there's another me, that can speak and do
What I could never do.
But when talking to people he refuse's me, so he leave's
Me in this abbyss of not knowing.


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ah I'm a grassland boy!
I live where most would say runs forever.
But to some it's Hell on earth,
Where Flames of heat lick at are skin, or
Spears of Ice, shred are cheaks,
My home is a place that's close to my heart
Cause it create's strength in me,
If I ever move away nothing will be like this,
This hell on earth, my hell will always be with me,
And I'll always love it.
I want to keep close to my hell on earth.
For I lived here so long ago,
When I used to be, I love this
Hell on earth, because there is nothing more