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Am mathieu, |
The path zig zagged,
like a road carved on a puzzle...
Our spirits eaten by us as we become dictators,
Feigning uneven balance held by forceful will...
I can feel charges pulsing my veins,
impulses striving to stay...
Creepy minds creeping, your thoughts; trepidated...
The latest, lately held for the latter, earthly...
Life flows, destinies fail,
time ticks, it looms...
I love you is what they'll say,
like dreams shattered...
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Do remember this, dia is either good or evil, devil or angel, white hat or black hat...Dia is no balance btw both states...Neva try to create one... |