Saturday, December 04, 2004
stinging pain deep in the heart,
words repeating like a broken record.
where's the utopia we once dreamt of,
is this the place we are holding on to.
gossips spreading like buzzing bees,
behind each smile there's a hiden motive.
it's like threading on thin ice;
the only difference, without heels.
it cuts so deep down inside,
like a knife slit deep into the heart.
[my hope dangles on a string`]
at 10:24 AM
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