Thursday, July 21, 2011

The Last Blossom

Everyone cries when they're sad.
What is worth?
Curiosity kills.
Everyone is being hysteria .
What is the miracle we're still waiting for?
Everyone is comparing of each other.
When you're the last one standing.
Finally facing your own.
You'll be reluctant to look up to yourself.
What is the most remarkable?
What to be proud of?
We're just losers, wicked.

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