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Apr 2015
Is it me?
Too late to understand what I want to be
Is it you?
Act like you knew
The wrong path that I choose
Do I have the right to blame you?
I wish I do
Nevertheless I chose
Give it a toss
To my fool heart of rose
Has spines but never shows
I wish I had known
How to hold a fragile soul
To keep it whole
In this sickening world

Love what you do, they say
Could somebody show me the way?
How to love the day
When your soul barely awake
When the sun never shares
You aware you can't bear
The burden of your life
Then the rose becomes as cold as ice
Because you despise
What have become of your own trespass
Brie
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Brie  25/F
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