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Updated on February 21, 2010

In this gossamer's dream and unwavering tree I rest my soul in its company

Only to falter in this madness of pretending to be free

Impound in this illusion of living in agony

But in veracity it’s just a memory

A remnant’s of you and me and of what we used to be

But it’s not easy to see behind this towering misery

When the throbbing anguish take hold

And you’re caught up in this blistering cold

When the illusion of pain is personified in your unguarded mind

And you felt that you have been left behind

All your reasons will withered away

And this dark blanket of hate will play

Feeding your anger and indulging your pain

She will be your carnival of shame


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