February 2012
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My random poetry..
And i wake from my dreams that succumb my reality, the world revolves away from me. Completing the cycle that we call year, obliverating the chances of seeing things more clear.
From the point of where i stand across the horizon, i see a world enslaved and emprisoned into believing that freedom is within reach from the words written on a fake preaidential speech.
Dying is living as ironic and...
I hold nothing in store but my heart and soul, the life within me is in your hands. Forget not to breathe or to err from time and again, everything has a begining but nothing has an end