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Friday, April 1, 2005IgnoranceLost Don’t you hear me? See my mouth uttering words? My eyes imploring yours to meet? You say we have no need to speak. Think it all well, Turning pretending me to be the lunatic. All in my mind, A creation of mine. Tiring of the game you play. We are not children. I won’t be ignored, Be the cause... Sign in to see full entry. |