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January 17, 2010
Don't believe everything happiness says,

nothing feels better than hiding these days.

We abandon our fears in these drinks in these tears for the days we believed we could fly.

Don't believe everything that comes to your mind

for all you know you could be blind.

In a way to forget your everlasting gift, to erase you from my mind

would be such a crime.

So close your eyes and count the sighs, random thoughts and all the lies..

For the day is done, please don't run....don't take a holiday so far away.

The night has burned through midnight sun for the ones who thought they could see.

Day burns through your soul, for you will be minority.

Majority is not existent for neither are you.

the day is gone.


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