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carry on
Wednesday, 16 April 2008

pain.

A whole lot of it. When your dream burns up in smoky ashes and your heart breaks into pieces. Who is to blame, for all the hurt that you feel. As that elyssium decays into a fitful nightmare, you are left wondering why, why the lies, why the betrayal. Heart palpitating in fear and dread as each week rolls by.. this should never have been the case. Everybody mocks, everyone else jeers, and the blind men continue their farce. Philosophizing seer, you desperately try to understand why you are the only one desperately trying to save the fools. And the blind men continue their farce. Beg, threaten, reason, bribe. Your pleas go unseen, unheard. Perhaps, you are the fool. Used, and abused. For pride and honour. Or the illusion of it.

This is April. Fly, Time, Fly. Then Freeze.
Grins.

8:53 pm