Dougie Fresh

How could such a Beautiful Angel fall in such a way?
Free falling into a deep abyss of her angelic mind,
And becoming constrained to her thoughts and
Shackled in all of her loneliness.
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Mirror Mirror on the wall,
You knock me down but still I crawl
I gaze into your empty light
Dark is day and day is night
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Warm tears trickle down my face like a cold rain.
Mirrored glasses fog as they try to conceal my pain.
The hurt inside consumes me like a black hole.
Tearing up everything that crosses its event-horizon!
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Look through your eyes at the World, what do you see?
Do you see skies of Blue and trees of Green?
Do you see a place full of happiness and full of peace?
... Take a look through my eyes and see what I see.
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They are the kind of eyes that can pierce through the soul,
The kind you lock on to and never want to let go;
As if emerald and jade made sweet passionate love,
To produce that perfect shade of green that drives me crazy
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