20 April 2008

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Staring blankly at the grey sky,
Seeing people passing by,
Just wish that I could fly,
To the place where no one can see me cry,
Here I can see many similar faces,
Throwing a smile that is all fake,
Living with them for a while, but feels like ages,
But now it's enough of anything fake i can take ....

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