

Ode to a friendOde to a friendOde to a friend
There it is, held in my very own hand
I stare at it blankly just blinking
So simple a concept, I understand
Why am I still thinking?
To find acceptance, I am unable Something so real I cannot conceive A fact known to be inevitable
Yet I cannot believe!
An empty unrest does consume me I falter to move my numb body This strange sensation seems so unlikely How is this meant to be?
A haze swells over identity
Some kind of realism to find Concentration blurs rationality Unsu
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sinun olisi parasta pitää huoli unelmistasi, rakas
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Meine Erzieherin war die Phantasie,
ich reiste stets an ihrer Hand,
ich liebte, haßte, sprach und dachte stets als ihr Zögling.
Fernando Pessoa
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My artist account: Cello78
R-eyes Photography official myspace
"sorry for my english"
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