the surface of underlying truth is coloured by an artificial pretentious cover.
the sound that is coming out from it tells a different story.
and thus, the truth is still not being uncovered by any of your fury.
the sickness of hopes have let yourself down.
the perfect lies are the one who make you still standing strongly.
but too bad and it is too late that you have awake.
of reaching the point that we are all fake.
amusingly claimed that you know what is wrong with the world.
while you have failed to know what is wrong with you.
your idealistic mind is not suitable.
to exist in the world while we are all still puzzled.
by everything.
the confused soul.
Friday, October, 2011
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