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My heart is a mess, this much I knowNo words to be found as such, I knowThere is but shame to survive the painA pinch of a nerve, a touch I knowDon't kill the man for beauty's sake, loveYour eyes will long for that much, I knowGive life its death and live tonightDreams are no match for how much I kn

Time should be more in tuneCasbahs are only rocked so often;The dirge should melt into the rhythmAs words leave their melodies behind Dances of thought in silence, cryingTo the beating of a dull heart...That's what lasts into the mourningWhere all awaits tomorrow's demiseNever in sight or touch or s

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That's the word that came to mind as I began trying out this self-consciously named lifestream app. Yes, you-who-know-me, that's not me, but that is what my subconscious unconsciously wants me to be.

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