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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

we thought we knew each other
in fact we never did
but we kept up the false pretenses
and continued to deceive the world
each day we met
we pretended to be who we think each of us want
this routine continued, till one fine day,
we grew weary of this lie
and we are no longer able to ignore our differences
many times i've tried, to introduce me to you
turns out to be that you will never be ready to accept me for who i am.
the chasm widens by the fault line
a earsplitting crack, a massive shake
all the buildings precariously stacked (with a weak foundation to begin with)
crumble.
repercussions....
and more repercussions.
what was once there, is now reduced to debris.
we started the earthquake
and the victims are ourselves

but lets pick up the pieces, clear the mess
and continue with this charade
we're so good at it anyway.
no one will know, no one can guess...

she's not here @

3:23 PM