Saturday, April 18, 2009
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Wanting to spit out the jarred thoughts is
Because there's no other proof of my existence
My future that I should've grabbed hold is
Conflicting between "dignity" and "freedom"
Wanting to erase the distorted afterimage is
Because I'll see my limit over there
In the window of the excessively self-conscious me
There are no dates in last year's calendar
Erase and rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
The unforgettable sense of being
After cutting my feelings that grew, I cry
After realizing that after all, I'm just a mediocrity, I cry
Erase this depressed heart, this dirty lie
And rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
The unforgettable sense of being
Revive
Rewrite
Even meaningless imagination is the driving force that creates you
Give it your whole body and soul
||Lost Soul|| blogged at [10:32 PM]*