be random
what is now
when is then
where is email
who i am
how it is
why it is
leave a note?
share me, share you
make me smile
thank you

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(what's life got to do with it?)

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(too much to know at once)
friend?
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MONOLOG

homeless

why adopt a child
just to bury it
the best of intentions
don't mean a thing
if in the end all there is left
is careless cruelty
benign neglect
spoils everything

the loser is the world
one less spark of humanity
one more broken soul
lost in a black hole
afraid to be whole

the loser is the world
everybody, you and me
for the helpless child
who could be defiled
by someone who smiled

and the cuts don't go deep enough
to bleed out all of the pain
and the chemical escapes poured into the brain
might as well be acid rain
what good would it be to gouge out the eyes
when the visions are on the inside
what good would it be to cut out the heart
when it has already died

ghosts live in the head
of the mostly dead
no matter what is said
ghosts live in the head

no mercy for a child
just to hurry it
like a pity cast aside
don't mean a thing
and if in the end all there is left
is hopeless despair
if we give up on ourselves
we lose everything

the loser is the world
one less spark of humanity
one more broken soul
lost in a black hole
afraid to be whole

the loser is the world
everybody, you and me
for the helpless child
who could be defiled
by someone who smiled

ghosts live in the head
of the mostly dead
no matter what is said
ghosts live in the head

but a beautiful mind
finds a heart still kind
and hope rewinds
and hope unwinds
and hope finds a way to survive
all the passion bled
and a way to coexist
with the ghosts in the head

you don't need an address to find a beautiful mind
you don't need an address to find a heart still kind

the winner is the world
one small spark of humanity
one more broken soul
lost in a black hole
afraid to be whole

the winner is the world
everybody, you and me
for the helpless child
who could be defiled
and who still smiled

candora

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for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd)
if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight
I'd say
I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life


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