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Everything is Alright.

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Devil-Loves-Angel

Published: Dec 16, 2011

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Such a strange numb,
listen to my heart hum.

Such a strange town,
upon we both frown.

So let's leave it all behind,
and shout out "nevermind!"

Nevermind that town,
where they all frown.

We shall have our runaway romance.
That we both dream about.

Are you numb?
I can hear your heart hum.

All this will be worthwhile,
as we both smile.

So lets leave this town from sight.
And everything will be alright.

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I needed to add more happiness to my cluster of insanity.
So here is what I did.
Inspired by: A girl<3

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xXxPunkPixiexXx

Mar 19, 2012

Not bad

I really enjoyed it, considering that's how I feel about where I live.
The only thing I would've changed is the second line in the 5th stanza because it doesn't rhyme with the line before it, unless that was on purpose of course.

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