Friday 2 December 2011

Untittled


Whenever you meet a person, do you judge?
Do you analyze, do you question?

Do you struggle to impress, or struggle to escape?

Are you real, or are you fake?

The smiles you wear, tell me, do you mean it?
That laugther you voice, is it true?

Of all the faces you show the world,
Which of it is authentic?


Who are you?


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