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Dec 2013
This path of wilderness,
It lies ahead of me.                
This path that I've chosen,
Wasn't mine to begin with.

What lies before me,  
Was tale that to story.
What dies behind me,
Was sorrow that was never bury    

So before I set sail on my journey,
For I would like to say I'm sorry.
I've never meant to hide my glories.
For actually the truth, I'm now full of miseries

So if you could spare me a living
All I need is just sincerity
For that is enough, to keep me on breathing..

©2013 Maman Screams
This was actually written on 17th August 2011
Maman Screams
Written by
Maman Screams  Paris
(Paris)   
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