The Old Answer came to me
The Awaited Answer...
Now, I am the pale portrait
Without any brilliance,
Without the air of the real things
Because I am not real
I am the invention of myself
Fooling everyone around
Pretendig to exist
But I think they do not believe me anymore...
Thursday, 17 April 2008
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