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[Dec. 3rd, 2004|08:58 am] |
The city is too hyper to cool down, even in the dreadful frozen wintertime. Everybody is too busy to give a try to find their happiness. Negative queen, would rather sit home and mentally cinch her turbulent emotions, which was gnawing and demolishing the cold protection all around her.
Happiness, love and feelings, the ancient conjuration, the bravest adventure, give me so much time to succumb, to inevitably wake my dead soul and want the flame again. There is no way to fathom the truth, otherwise it’s no fun. All the confusions, the pains living in the veins, the as pretty as first time touch in heart, the very moment, I tasted happiness, and I will always remember the smile, the smell, so well.
Asking why, always wrong time, always have to let go, always telling myself there is someone better to settle my spiraling desire. |
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