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:: Wednesday, September 17, 2003 ::
THOSE UNDONE...
I refuse to believe
that all ends here
when so much was to dream...
wasted just like some unwanted memory
though be it live with scorn...
and deceit yet be favored by those grim...
and their faces never forgotten like the first bleeding...
hurt is evident and is felt through out
It is human to err
to know the consequences of a cruel tomorrow
where life could only be welcomed by those optimistic...
rather than those wasting away with pessimism
I could hardly recall....
the promise of a brighter future
for all is said and done...
......save those...who come undone....
:: Unknown 10:23 AM [+] ::
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Air so charged I couldn't breathe
The earth too large with every breath...
In this so called life...
How would you live it?
To seed dominion is impossible
Where prying eyes look to devour
To touch was forbidden..
In the heart is what's hidden..
To seek freedom is oblivion
In dreams only could it be known
Far from the coercing minds of the old...
Could you be free then...
And from then on...
:: Unknown 10:16 AM [+] ::
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