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There is a thin line between love and hate,

and in that line, in blood I bathe.

The ****** of logic is rampant in that place.

 

I am a wire walker crossing that line,

of manipulation and surrender.

of spontaneous combustion and self destruction.

 

I am unstable, yet in the process I am able.

To control your feelings is a skill,

to give up what you are is a drill.

and that is how you make me feel. . .

 

This life is a balancing act,

a circus of colors and shades,

applauded by a recorded audience of

a sitcom that we all hate.

 

Enact, React, and become passive.

Look back, reconstruct and become naive.

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Written by
vn-carlos
Filipino
Published
Mar 19, 2010
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