Cori Arbuss Biography

When I'm sorry's not enough
When I love you's too much
When you hurt me's not fair
When songs of the dearly departed just sting
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Though we shun ourselves out of own lives
And seek solice in the warm voices of friends
Though we never truly knew how we ourselves felt
As a whole, a being, to flee to the end
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What a dear girl, voices softly whisper
Touching her perfection, to gain their own
Yet not one would dare to kiss her
For they walk on as his drones
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My heart was pounding
Palpitating
Existing without you.
Its extracting
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There's just so much there
So much left unsaid and undone.
So much left to be thought, contemplated, and reworked
So much that could be manipulated and changed/
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