February 27, 2011
Hidden Secrets, Through the weekends
Step on broken glass, Days when you clash ... With yourself ... Good health ... Black Heart ... Bad Start ... Father ... NO! You ask, were did he go? No way to express, no way to suppress. Thyself in thee Thyself you plea. Only you know, Only you show. You don't know were too, you don't know how to! But this one place, this one space, that you can't go ... all you can do is show... through your words through your hurt ... Locked with a key it is kept MY DIARY!

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