My World

June 4, 2008
My life.

The World is not a pretty place.
I see nothing with grace.

Attention is withdrawn from me so fast
I was not able to see.

My world, my world, my world.

My fears.

Thy fears is cleared and reveared. The world is not a pretty place.

Life is so wonderful.

Whats the point of being laughed at when you are the laugher? Why be taunted when you are the taunter?

The world is not a pretty place.

Always hear and witness whats around. I stumble, fall onto the ground.

Haunted dreams full of laughs.My heart, my heart is fragile as glass.

My World, my world, the girl.

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