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Self

Self made me a prisoner Self got me in want Self reduced me to nothing Self gave me nothing Self had me all alone-all to myself to self nothing else mattered but self emptiness and loneliness can only be found in self Self cannot reach out to anyone when lost in itself,it cannot reach out for others how strange but true that self can never get itself fulfilled by it's selfish desires This, I'd say is the sixth wonder of the world.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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