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Language is my tool to hurt, to mellow
and decide for myself, what is it like to reconcile my heart and mind. I'm the kind of person you'll come to loathe, come to pass this judgement upon me that I'm male chauvinistic, narrow-minded and not entirely embracing the contemporary dreams of our world. I succumb to my hallucination, wild imagination, forgetting all virtues of trust and love. Because I fear betrayal. Yet I am betrayed by the none other - myself. I'm betrayed by the very poison my mind conjure, falling on my knees to beg for the very mercy I don't deserve - the mercy that is non-existent. I burn, turn to ashes. This heap is barren. dimwit at 7/13/2008 05:48:00 PM |
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