The thick rain outside is smashing on the pavement like golf balls falling from the sky. The roar is enough to keep my thoughts awake--dreamless--but a sharp awareness to the stillness of the objects surrounding me. Wrapped in a sheet, by body is cold but still warm to the touch. My thoughts wander about the occurring events involving people I have
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p.s. how did you find me on livejournal? just wondering..
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hurray. i found my ferrend.
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