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My mind is full of questions.
Questions that can't be answered.
Why did the 7/7 happen?
Why did The Twin Towers get knocked down?
Why is it that life can't bring happy memories?
I got my head in the sand.
I try to hide from many things, things that can't be resolved.
My personality is colourful as a rainbow.
My life is like a black and white cat or should I say like a newspaper.
I'm too soft I try being hard like a rock found in a fish tank.
No one knows the pain I hold, no one knows the type of things I've been through.
All they see is the trouble, no one can have an open mind and talk to me about struggle.
Dreams, hopes and fears these three words I always hear like hearing a broken record playing over and over or going down a road that never ends.
I let my imagination run wild like an athlete striving for gold.
Nothing more nothing less but there's always a hurdle that will stop to envy.