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May 2015
From the outside looking in
Everything is good
The world is just
Everybody is nice
Everything is better
Everybody cares

From the inside looking out
Everything is wrong
I am not strong
Everybody judges
Evil is in its purest
Now I live in a ruin
Cause they don't care if I cannot feel

Yet they say
This is the best way
To keep on walking
And be steady
Instead of flying
Without certainty
Hence no man should fly
For they let the love dies

Would my life be like David's?
Who died in the hand of superior
Cause he felt something
Right through the core
Brie
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Brie  25/F
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