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Thursday, April 3, 2008

Running From It

Fate
Or change
Driven toward a goal
Truth
And pain
Flavored by your soul
The fantasy is open
Reality has fled
The carnival is coming
Greet them in your head
It’s too hard
I can’t
I won’t go, you say
If you don’t
Your life is naught
The end of this, your play

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