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A quiet child stands off to the side, watching others age and progress
writing down everything he sees throughout a day,nothing less than the truth
rays of sunlight reflect off the world around him,shadows cast him out of the scene
until the one day he met another,as the usual Hollywood story would play out
He gradually fought his way out of the hole he had burrowed all these years
the girl gave him hope,hope;which can be a gift or a curse
lead to smiles,laughs,and joy;but most commonly tears
tears that fall upon this very page with more force than the ink
tears that capture more of my emotion than the most accurate photograph
tears that never progress further than my iris,burning my eyes when I blink
tears that pale in comparison to my innermost thoughts....
writing down everything he sees throughout a day,nothing less than the truth
rays of sunlight reflect off the world around him,shadows cast him out of the scene
until the one day he met another,as the usual Hollywood story would play out
He gradually fought his way out of the hole he had burrowed all these years
the girl gave him hope,hope;which can be a gift or a curse
lead to smiles,laughs,and joy;but most commonly tears
tears that fall upon this very page with more force than the ink
tears that capture more of my emotion than the most accurate photograph
tears that never progress further than my iris,burning my eyes when I blink
tears that pale in comparison to my innermost thoughts....
