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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346437" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Face my Face</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i hate people who enter my life, believing that they have seen<br>me in the dark, knowing that they have lost my identity, like a<br>shadows of the crops, worn out in the field</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know only of myself that, when anybody talk about me, <br>my whole day would be empty, what makes you a real man, when <br>when everybody say that you have all the nice quality, when you<br>give them all the opportunity to be happy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, all is tainted with artificiality, though in every hearts, you know<br>where you should start, but your heart is already freaky then its easy<br>to escape reality, what dignity you possess, when you always<br>smile with fancy, forgetting that you are somebody in your<br>own self you are big as a tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i would rather be nobody as long that people looks at me, as if<br>they meet someone beyond their capacity, i feel that i am in mess<br>when my friend knows that i am the best, all i need is the quest<br>to accept that life is empty, when i am greedy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i keep on wondering, when i feel that i am weak they are strong, <br>i always tend to see no more than to look back the things that makes<br>me sad, deep in my heart i believe, i can survive in the game of<br>life, their must be no sad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">face to face i must face the clouds that blacken my day, the blood, <br>that taint my heart, the dress that tore my skin, the oneness of my<br>soul cleanse my whole self, to take the uncertainty of today, i must<br>take this moment to live, what meant to live as the day is<br>mourning, scratching my grave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do it now, for tomorrow maybe it will never come............</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Antonio+Liao">Antonio Liao</a><div class=q>
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