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Jun 2013
memories lost within the sands of time,
twisted and intertwined,
we find that we'll only get what we want
just to have it taken away from us

choose your destiny,
time is of the essence
I won't stay to watch you waste it
so whats it going to be?
hesitation will be our downfall

the silence screams louder than words
the quiet shatters like glass
blinding light illuminates my track
I've come to a cross in the road
this is my choice to mean more
than what I ever have before

though its less trodden ground;
I've chosen my path,
see you around
Cunning Linguist
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Cunning Linguist  29/M/An illusion of reality
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