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< >i'm exausted.<BR>so sick of the world<BR>although i'd never been deep into it.<BR>many nightmares of sorrow and terror,<BR>heart beats fast.<BR>what's pushing you?<BR>how cold and hard of the stuff <BR>i've faced.<BR>ISOLATION, ISOLATION.<BR>firecrackers explode in the air of tonight,<BR>like wheels of time rolling away,<BR>reminding one the years he still remained.<BR>but i wont't care any more. <BR>i've forgotten who gave me the the first scar<BR>and who broke my heart twice.<BR>VAGUE,VAGUE.<BR>a journalist ever told me that:<BR>"do not trust literature,<BR>nothing but fictional.<BR>what's touching,<BR>what's vivid,<BR>just empty words on the paper.<BR>confront the reality,<BR>MY OLD BOY!"<BR></P> |
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