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Author: proton7
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 2 - Published: 06-01-03 - Updated: 06-01-03 - id:1318087

Everyday

Everyday,

Facing those smiles,

we know so well,

filled of lies and deceit

Everyday,

The same excuse we hear and make

We wonder why are we here.

An angel by your side

Could vanish suddenly

Into a demon maybe

There is no one you could trust

Not even yourself

Who are you anyway?

Do you know?

Stabbing myself through old wounds

Feeling the shiver of pain flow

Pain,

Hurt,

What are those?

Feelings that proves my existence?

Everyday,

As the deceitful sun shone its rays,

I know I have to wake up

Despite my praying,

I still have to wake up.

Wake up to this harsh reality,

that I am still here.

A/n: sorry to whomever who reads this. I know it is very badly written. Just some mixed-up thoughts.



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