Monday, November 05, 2012

A Stolen Script

But express this but none other,

It is a gift I wish I could not bother,

Even though it is killing me sometimes,

But all I could do is to keep it mine.

Then change it I shall.

But change I opt out,

It is a gift I am without;

Even though I know it is for my own good,

But all I could do is to stay where I stood.

Then hide it I shall.


And hide I shall,

For this is what I am all about;

I am always this well,

For this is what everyone wants to hear about.

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