Wednesday, November 4, 2009

I feel the emptiness again, the death of another me...
Another me created by someone...
Where is the real me...
How many times, I will moult..
Layer by layer..
Am I scared of me?
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  1. SMarch 25, 2011 at 4:58 AM

    The more you keep trimming yourself to suit everyone's flavour the sooner you may whittle yourself away! Learn to resign all that you are not.

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