Friday, October 28, 2005

present till christmas

Start anew
Throw it all away
Like a melted candle
No one would find out
No one would know
I would forget
The need to hide from myself
To rid myself of past sorrows
To die in happiness
The day wouldn’t come
As much as I want it to
Always illusive
A wish that never comes true

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