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there will be seven poems about a different subject, all relating to one another in some way and you can try and guess what they are individually and what connects them . This one will always grow and grow for every day that you don't let it go the things you wish upon the rest will eat you up until there is nothing left you give your time to get revenge but it's always going to fall on you  this spiteful sin tomorrow I will post the answer to the subjects and what connects them 

there will be seven poems about a different subject, all relating to one another in some way and you can try and guess what they are individually and what connects them . keeps piling up, things you let slip away you could fulfill a purpose or do nothing all day it's more than just an action, it's more than just a move it's about what you were made for, what you're meant to do you keep sitting on the sidelines hoping it's enough  but in the end it's got no meaning when enough is enough 

there will be seven poems about a different subject, all relating to one another in some way and you can try and guess what they are individually and what connects them . Watch your step before you fall means so much or nothing at all looking glass as big as the sky so great you don't even have to try come down from there looking at us yet we look at you like what's all the fuss if you have this trait then I'm afraid  we can't help you, come down, come down you must

there will be seven poems about a different subject, all relating to one another in some way and you can try and guess what they are individually and what connects them . the feeling you get deep within without a promise it's a sin though this feels right  it won't last the night wanting to just dig into your skin and pull you close  this is the one I seem to fail  at the most 

there will be seven poems about a different subject, all relating to one another in some way and you can try and guess what they are individually and what connects them. you want it all, in your mind you risk it all and can't be kind all that you can obtain for yourself leaving not one thing for anyone else  once you think it's enough you just need more there will never be satisfaction or a cure  everything you've got and somehow  you're the one that's poor 

there will be seven poems about a different subject, all relating to one another in some way and you can try and guess what they are individually and what connects them. Is it that you can't have to much or is too much not enough?  what keeps you going for this  consumption at the table with a cuff emptiness that drives you up the wall  come on when is enough, enough to just tell yourself "it might be time to stop can't I stop this" is just too rough to walk away and just let go and  put it to rest you're going to have to be tough 

there will be seven poems about a different subject, all relating to one another in some way and you can try and guess what they are individually and what connects them. you look to the left and you look to the right you don't hold it in your hand and you put up a fight the neighbor wants what they don't get to keep it's more than just a color, this monster goes deep this is one of how many things that are deadly if you could only look around it says it already you feel a void, so you fill the void but this is in your mind, not something you can avoid on the other side of the fence, things are the best but you can't reach and it won't satisfy you just to be a guest.

well I heard what you had to say  and for a moment it wasn't okay  darling you think you're special well maybe that is true  but that doesn't mean  I want anything more with you (chorus)  don't flatter yourself you aren't the canvas  just merely the paint  got more on the palette  wanna use your color without complaint  I can't help that you're easy to use you've got shades of reds and of blues I haven't seen not one shade of grey it isn't for spite this is for play a play on your words you chose to share first I know I'm the pink in those paintings you versed (chorus)  isn't that what hurts   each painting a reflection with each other's  true colors that we can't see?  I see the best in you  and you see the light in me?