Thursday, September 24, 2009
That Date, Secretly I Hate

I've tried not to look at that particular date. I couldn't help it. It's ineluctable.
Despite glorious moment to own self, that week, nothing seems natural for little essence in me aerified within a blink of an eye.
One thing;
It kept me glaring, hard, at those.
Despite glorious moment to own self, that week, nothing seems natural for little essence in me aerified within a blink of an eye.
One thing;
It kept me glaring, hard, at those.
Signing off @ 11:33:00 pm |
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