You've showed me your face, told me that this is you.
You've showed them your face, but it doesnt look like you.
Now I know that you are a friend of mine, who've sliced up in two.
I can trust the half that I know, but to prevent the other half.
It is frustrating to be sliced. If only one half qualifies to survive, I will kill the other half.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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