Selasa, 05 Februari 2013

fuck it all

Locked by the seal of pride and shame. Play pretend maintain self-esteem. But the truth is in it a coward. Fear of the words. The motivation of the round is considered as discordant voices. Only the wind is blowing for a while. But the truth is the storm that wiped out the real identity. Hiding behind the darkness. The dark side over the heart. Without sound without action. Only the feeling that talking.

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