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What falls beyond the surface of my words
is yet to be known to your surroundings .
What is of this incredible luxury they call “Youth”
when it is spent searching for worthless commodities?
I, for once thought I had well worn out my adolescence
only to be reminded time and again;
Your beauty had eroded only to beautify others!
To what divinity shall I take my case to exonerate my foolishness?
The force up above keeps me searching for more ugliness
so I am punished, yet I am forgiven to the same extent.
Yes, I have failed to admit time and again;
I am but an arrogant fool whose prayers are always answered.

23 July 2008