

Time EscapeCan anyone tell me... Who i'm supposed to be... I'm trapped here for this moment... Waiting to see...Time Escape
I try, yet never make my way. Watch the time travel by me... I can't see... What the purpose is, why am i here today...
Nothing really matters, in some little way I find my self obsessed with what i wish to see Yet here i still stand... knowing nothing.
You standing there..
Glowing in your own light. Flickers a little, but still remains bright How i desire
Your smile,
Your love,
Yet who am i.
Who am i


SuccessA true success... nothing less You are an apple in their eyes Performer to the world With an admiring audienceSuccess
Who is that...
the woman who stairs with an intense glow With every mention of you she gives a tear
A tear? Not a smile, no joy? Yes.. a joy.
One she must suppress
For you have slashed her heart
The rythm has become irregular
Unable to make a decision..
For to hate makes you more of a performer...
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"I don't want to be made of the sun. The sun rarely shines when it rains."
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"I don't want to be made of the sun. The sun rarely shines when it rains."
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"I don't want to be made of the sun. The sun rarely shines when it rains."
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'It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors'.
-Oscar Wilde, "The Picture of Dorian Grey"
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