Wednesday, August 13, 2008

[untitled]

I must leave what a was
To become who I want to be.
Who am I going to be?
What will I see?
In the end will I still be me?

I give it away.
To ge it all back
No cards in my stack.
It's no more an act.
I am annoyed with all of that.

I shall never be missed
I am always near.
And if I hold you dear
There is nothing to here
I shall still be right here

To close and to open
I am through
I am due
I am new
I am you

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