Best Poem of E.A. England

Depression Progression
outside: our bodies touch
inside: a million miles apart
searching for a way to break
the stronghold on your heart

let me in to fix you
i can repair all that's lost
i want to see your smile again
no matter what the cost.

yet here we lay once more
as silent as can be
can my love . . .
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District Champions
My fault, my fault, it's all my fault
Was all that I could feel
I should have known deep down inside
That fairy tales aren't real

The game is done, the clock's run out
There's nothing left to say
I can; t take back what I just did
I threw our chance away

I finally break and start to cry
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