Monday 17 June 2013

Steeps

I'll take fragments from the chaos in this world, and using the fountain of wisdom inside of me, will reconstruct them into truth.

Time seems slowing down upon me,
Every step looks tedious.

Somehow when I try to be happy,
It came out wrong.
As if I will hurt someone or myself in the end.

But who am I to judge?

Trying to be elusive, but the malignancy outgrows everything.

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