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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Could Have Been An Answer?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is there<br>you do not really know why it is there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it is doing you two things<br>it is indifferent<br>you like to touch it and make love with it<br>it does not know you<br>and it dislikes you like a food that is inside its mouth<br>and it wants to <br>vomit everything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is the truth<br>the paradox of your self-proclaimed relationship<br>to yourself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">love hate love hate<br>you want it to stay but you cannot hold on to it<br>it gives you <br>that feeling that this world is unending<br>but it ends<br> your world<br>the moment you mind it<br>even for a second</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do not expect to understand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">its wisdom is in not completely understanding it<br>if you know it well<br>it can kill you<br>because it is so sweet and to a certain extent<br>it becomes your own <br>poison</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you remember it<br>you want to always remember it <br>because it makes your heart beat faster like a jumping gazelle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but it you remember it quite long<br>it becomes sharp as a knife<br>and starts slicing you heart apart<br>skin by skin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so you give it away<br>set it free like a blue butterfly from your hand<br>you become so sad<br>tears are inside your eyes<br>wanting to burst like a dam of tons of water<br>raging upon rage itself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are sad now<br>in fact sadder than sad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and no one can help you about it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you cannot tell anyone<br>because shame shames you like a reflection of your face in the mirror</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so you talk to yourself as though it is<br>another talking shadow beside your<br>shadow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the light of the moon<br>tonight<br>you want to confront each other<br>drink lots of hard liqueur<br>and challenge it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what about dying together <br>this moment? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this second.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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you do not really know why it is there

and it is doing you two things
it is indifferent
you like to touch it and make love with it
it does not know you
and it dislikes you like a food that is inside its mouth
and it wants to 
vomit ev..."></div>
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