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Friday, 17 November 2006 at 16:10

Sometimes to disperse the meanings
Of our beloved past times, we must forget
What it means to us being part of it, believe in them
Sometimes to erase their definitions
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.

I guess some tears escape from my captivity
Caging all emotions and delusions, I really don’t care
Still fooling myself of being me, so I cried and read
Lovely words that came from your mouth, my love
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.

The thought of the path that I must follow, those hollow
Steps that will always accompany me in this sorrow
Why I must persist in mutilating myself with this beating
Heart? This situation called desperate thinking, meditation
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.

I still reach, with trembling hands, the mirror image
The softest sad smile that greeted me every morning
Lost in thought, still waiting in the night, like child with fears
Alone in my voice, confused images crossed my mind telling me
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.

If only I could say it, without recriminations,
without fear, filled with faith...

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