We always try to be someone
And it's our great mistake.
We take from memory something gone
And feel again this ache.
From everyone we hide our fears,
We'll never show our pain.
And only blankness sees our tears,
Which turn into the rain.
And this is how we spend our lives-
Pretending, frightened, crying...
Ignoring our private minds,
We leave our wishes dying.
But why we have to live like this?
We still can put all right!
Do you still want it to be missed -
A chance to make things right?
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© Copyright: Дарья Скрипниченко, 2012
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