The Path of Me

February 3, 2009
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I run, feeling the wind blowing my hair like crazy.
I cry hysterically with my eyes puffy, red and swollen.
I walk slowly, ignoring you all, forever.
I don't dare to look back, for the fear of everything.
The fear of changing again.
For I have become a devil and that I do not want.
I see a path, ahead.
A path so lonely, yet so special.
My path, my road, my life.
I change myself little by little.
I don't care if I have no friends.
It's just me, myself and I surving the wild on my own.

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