when I close my eyes i feel empty..
all the dogma just vanished..
I never see a beauty in the face of a liar..
yet, it never easy to trust anyone..

I keep saying, "see beneath it, not upon it"..
what is the essence of truth?
when the heart starts to be the unspoken one..
I'll write it in a faboulous line..

I forgot, since when writing become my object of affection..

and you maybe just say, oh, what a dreamer...
yes, I'm a dreamer...
in my lines I'll keep my dignities..
through my words I shall testified..

cause it's my neverland..




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