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In an hour of weakness, you'd still believe; to try
Do this one thing for me, make up some stupid story.
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Sean, 310892ngjunkit@hotmail.com Several years and we were right, The things we did and tried, Experiencing different waves and tides, Even if it meant we’ve cried, It’s inevitable for us, To begin to rust, Breaking the thread wasn’t bad, One of us will bring the thread, One will set us back, Soon, We’ll run on the same track; Should we always miss the chance to see? Beneath the mirror lies a scene Bringing us into a whirl Is that what we deserve? We all know we each own an Otherworld — Just a guy behind the smiles Archives
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Wednesday, December 16, 2009
- Pain - ![]() When the sky fails us, everything falls. The world may come to an end, at least to me. The surrealism that surrounds us this very moment. I hope that this is only a wicked dream. But I was wrong. Dreams shattered, tortured by the very people that you once loved. People you once cared for. Does the pain revolve around us? Or are we just victims of our own doing? Do we care too much, that we give up on them? Or has the flame burned out, leaving the candle to dry? ![]() The pain we once felt. Was the pain inflicted real? Real enough to drive us towards the end of everything. The pleasure that it gets, do we dare to reject temptation? Or are we cowardly enough to stop; embrace pain and help do its work by spreading loss and sadness to others? This pain. This agony. The cycle will go on. When will this cosmic revolution end? Will it burn out only when all our lives are truly over? Or will it begin when it has tempted the first life it seeks out? Human beings. It works with something else terrifying. The things that are unpredictable. To everything, life seems so predictable. But we'll never know what pain can do to us. Even time manipulates us, and we don't have a clue. We have no voice. We have no say. ![]() Pain's synergy. All we have, is ourselves at the end. |
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I'm losing patience, waiting on you to believe
Cause.. I'm just restless |
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