Hopelessly hopeless

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Sometimes reality strikes us in the face, and yet we close our eyes and turn the other cheek. 
Long after the pain subsides, we still walk on the same path, of dillusions and false hopes.
What is it about dreaming that numbs the crashes,
What is it about songs that bring out the false cheer.
We will always be wondering, won't we..
This particular box of Pandora's secrets that no one wants to open.
Not even when truth forces us to, when logic begs us to. 

What a hopelessly hopeless soul I am..
(11.56 am, 26th November 2010, my room)

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