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Remember me?
Returning...
I notice the imprint of my own footsteps
leading the opposite way.
This journey was a perfect circle.
I tried to escape myself
To find that buried treasure
at the end of the rainbow, but
the seven colours faded long before sunset.
Escaping this place
Escaping my place
If i escaped this life
I could not escape this face.
I... tried.
I tried not to think.
I tried not to blink.
How... can one escape from his shadow?
At least I came back bearing gifts...
A heart that is still polluted
A soul that is still deluded
and a pen that writes confessions.
Take me as I once was.
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Love, a game where the devil rolls the dice
Not knowing when we threw ourselves in
To keep our fire ablaze...
akQrate
Last edited by akqrate; 09-02-2005 at 04:45 AM.
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