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Youths eyes oversee truth Captained by a world of hatred Too young yet too old A thin line of reality “To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make.” Truman Capote
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Monday, February 1, 2010
I'm wallowing in my own self defeat
crying to the long lost footsteps of past
I plead with you to come back
But no one will return my lost echo
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