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	Thoughts from the soul.
	Army of me
	Healed.
	Shamelessly, shamefully open.
	Growing numb emptyness.

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Cloudy Clown

01-06-2016

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A mirror's layebu

I really wanted to do some writings.
Although it are too many words that my head spins...

I can't understand the language in which my soul sings,
I don't know the place in which I just checked in.

All I do know is that I recognise its essence from in my secret dreams,
so here it is in the version of reality, it seems...

Every little part and being of me,
are forging together to all, at all times just be.

From now on it seems I won't ever again be forced to fake.
And from now on, it sems, I can decide myself what I can take.

I cannot believe, is it really all done?
It seems so surreal that I no longer have to run.

Nothing yet is 100% clear.
And ofcourse, there still remains plenty of fear.

All I know is that this must be the right direction.
In order for my heart and soul to get full satisfaction.

The broken shards of my mirror are all crashing down,
And whilst I'm watching frozen with a frown.

But as each shard hits the ground,
I see the appearnce of an unharmed mirror, underneath the shards to be found...

A creation of reflection's bottom layer,
is now my ground to start buildings hopes on for now and for later.

Like the mirror has proven, solid walls can turn into shards,
because those are not the essence of the place's heart.

If you learn to look and search within your base,
And you're brave enough to look yourself straight in the face.

There lies the realisation of the dreams you chase,
if you dare to break out of cage...

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