Friday, April 10, 2009

[Trapped]

[Trapped]

There's really nothing left now.
All the hope and the ideal "what makes a good..." seems to be vanishing away, or maybe, it was never in existence.

Since there is nothing left,
There is also no reason for my existence.

I want out.
I need out.
and this is also one thing that will never "exist".

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