The time of ur life
wen things don work ur way
bitter truths of life betray u
n u don wish dem 2 say
Wid emptiness u try to fill th void
ground beneath doesnt remain solid
failure becomes th stick of th blind
u feel,th world here is not so kind
In th crowd o people u feel alone
insanity starts creeping in ur bones
in th middle of things u start 2 think
is dis th place u wished ur eyes 2 blink
Distress, apathy,sickness n sorrow
life ll never get out of dis horror .
Not the rite way of thoughts they say,
u got to find ur own stick n way .
searching f0r th things u cant do
controlling ur thoughts is th rite way through
Living this life is a test
nd u cant hve th luxuary to rest
each situation is built wid gr8 care nd effort
u got to face dem to settle
coz the test is in ur mind
cozthe test is of ur mettle...
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Sunday, June 24, 2007
The Story...
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i liked this post of urs.........it says alot in short..is it seriously written by u???if yes..then u write well!
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