Sunday 2 December 2007 photo 5/7
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Two roads...Split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions. Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be. I wanted to be that breath of fresh air, When everything smelled so insincere. But this taste still lingers in my mouth, Deceit has ways of sticking around. And I'm ready to disappear, Vacation seems far seems From here. I can feel my mind, wandering again. Into where I dont know, and will I ever get home? Time starts moving, faster than I can. And I'm sick of this scene, I need to break from the routine.
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