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My soul was exhausted
Jammed by the hectic world
Crammed by my complex thoughts
Never I expected more
It was the poet who wrote me a glimpse of hope
Yet I let myself become a slave
Slave of all fakes

Whining to win a game despite the horrible end
What a pity fool I am
Never be able to blame
One soul who craved me incurable wounds

If only I could hate you
Damn me I cannot ignore my dear one
The way I let you torture me
Is the way I let my self condemn my soul

My heart beats faster
I am silent but inside like a moaner
Too sad that I cannot cry
Too care that I cannot swear

and I wonder why..

17 july 08