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Oct 2016
All the valiant efforts
step by step forward
reaching out to hold on,
all seem to be for nothing,
when they open their
ignorant eyes and mouths.

They say they know
they've been there before,
can see straight through
the lies, twisted feelings,
phases and occurrences

but really, who the hell
are they to say they know
the way through this eternal
hell, these wasted moments
and time spent fighting over
trivial petty materialistic
reputations and class ranking
crap

every word said must be
watched and its meaning
taken acidly interpreted,
with loathsome spiting
phrases from the depths of
the so called fiery hell,

but really, how could
they say they know the
way through this eternal
hell, when they are in
fact the ones making it up?
winter sakuras
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winter sakuras  20/F/somewhere only we know
(20/F/somewhere only we know)   
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