This was not the path we set out,
The crushing unpredictability,
This one no longer believes about,
And then there she came.
It seems like the only thing to live for,
Not really faith in humanity now,
Wring the noose and fly with a smile,
Nobody blames you; take a bow.
Monday, May 4, 2009
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