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Monday, April 05, 2004
.: Fear Fake smiles everywhere I go, Plastic faces mirroring each other, In the street where there's no originality, Facing each other in the sidewalk, Shoulder to shoulder as they walk pass, No friendliness in a city full of competitions. Trains were speeding off, Black suits with ties in place, Neat appearance but minds were cluttered, Have they lost their way in this world, Or have they found their dream in it, Wondering if looking tough is a vulnerability. Inside there were hearts that were bleeding in pain, Outside, they were walking in a straight line, Like their direction was predetermined, Fewer of them even think with their minds, Less than enough were feeling with their hearts, In a world where fears were stamped on their foreheads. |
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