Aug 01, 2004 14:57
i left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads. "what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love." yes i know but i must say in my own defense, it's been undeniably dear to me, i don't know why. when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters.i knew the worthless dregs we are.
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