Egg of the Earth

March 14, 2009
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I am the unstable
Like an egg rolling on a table
For me it is real
But for others it is only a fabel
They do not understand the true fate
I guess it is just too late
I keep it in me
So they don't see
I won't let it come out
If I do I'll become filled with doubt
I will no longer be myself
But who I used to be
A different me
A different time
A differend mind
Maybe one day it'll be certain
It will be better
And I can finally settle...





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