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Art Vandallae
18.01.2005 13:39
All these shadows of doubt are clouded by mirror images
Of Some one else I'd like to be
It really makes it difficult to find the brighter side of things
There's such a thin line between love and hate
Its almost impossible not to stray
When did that line (more like a wall)
Decide to get in our way
But I suppose its my fault
Why complicate things with reason or truth
Especially for insignificant me
I was never much to lose
21.01.2005 23:32
I get a very real sense of sadness from this. The ennui is overcoming especially with that last line. I hope that was the intention - and if so you really accomplished it. Thank you for posting this.
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