Friday, March 28, 2008
"???"
I hate to see what I have become,
The things I had to do, to fantasize my happiness.
Deep inside, I know I am being the person I am not.
I burnt my finger in doing this,
And, that did not mean anything.
Cant see myself fall. Have seen that too many times before.
I am washing this paint off my face,
And I aint painting any more.
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c dat ur word is kept.(refer ur last 2 lines}
its gud 2 noe dat u understand urself & de world around perfectly well.
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