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Stefania Onea Oct 2014
Into the mud of yesterday’s pain
None shall be restrained
Put on a smile
And lay below the ground.
The past keeps us alive.
Thank god we can get redemption
Well received under a holy arm,
Under a rock.
Surrounded by dirt,
Looked at from above
And envied by air breathers
By those filled with the doubt of an absolute certainty.
Stefania Onea Oct 2014
As of this moment I know something, it's something more than I knew yesterday.
Do not let me see it all at once cause' I might fall apart
Little by little till' I hate it all
Till' I think I've seen enough.
Then I shall have no faith
Inside the naked truth I shall have my dying wish for death
And only then i might get to see the beauty of it all

— The End —