how near or far as tears drops from the sky,
a lie I once told, drown my pain away,
as my misery is out on the clothes line to dry,
deep passion non reversible tales,
i could never fail,
another lie,
actually a tale,
tall to the sky,
i am forever brave,
i miss her love,
fantasies I leave within,
my past is now my present,
recycled again and again,
where shall I go,
however long the travel,
the things I have done,
may be the things I will continue,
forever and forever.
i may be a born sinner,
needing of rescue.
Itz Jixi
Q: What did you think? Have you created a past the keeps following you? No matter how far you travel it is just a shadow?
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