There is no end. There is no beginning.

There is only the infinite passion of life.

Sunday, July 18, 2010


I've been hearing a lot lately that I'm too emotional. I think a lot of the time I bottle things up, conceal them from the outside world, until they blow up. I don't really know how to be different...

Maybe I'm emotional
Maybe It's all a big lie
Maybe I pretend
and fake my way through life
A victim of my circumstance?
I don't believe in that...
We each make our own fate,
Our own circumstance.
So I stand here on my own
Shell of a woman
Holding whats left of my heart...
An actress on the stage of life
Playing this part, that part
Never revealing me
You think you see me
but you have no clue
This is just a shade of me
a mirror image of you...

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