A moment of silence
My heart know not
That my friend forgot
About my feelings
But I cry 
For I lost love
To confusion
Who doesn't want to let go
Of his mind
Even if I was truly love
To him
To turn and for get I am here
Oh I ask the holylord why
Is another so attractive to him
If it's dangerous and not caring
Maybe that's the draw to it
But no I can't live in dangerous
It's not made for me to dwell. The end

Success is a hardest thing that we never relize.

Feelings is what makes us human, but still, people kill like wild animal

I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief. I was getting the bug myself.

Written By Jack Kerouac

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