Unformatted text preview: A hypocrite from the day I was born After a year of sleep my eyes will still be forlorn For what do I mourn? Is because there is no peace Or is it that I still am yet to get my piece You’re either true to others or true to you I’m neither the person that I want to be or the one that I knew...
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- Spring '09
- English, opportunities Isolated