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Rider on the storm

Monday, January 14, 2008

Give up

Look at the inside
it's so easy...
painfully blank
nothing left.

There's no way
I could come back
to that bright
unfilled dreams.

Strength was defeated
into this rotten prison
Everyone gave up
without caring.

Wisdom is drunk
yelling.
Society is a cheap whore
and expensive the courage.

Posted by Mr_Sandman at 7:39 AM

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