20 minutes passed midnight. My eyes are swollen from crying. Thankfully, only for my sake, I was crying over a book. “The Kite Runner” has got to be one of the saddest, most tragic and somberly real books I’ve read. I’ve been blessed with cloudless existence, spotless, virginally white existence. Like a snow without lies, without chilling
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Not at all trying to appear indifferent, but it's kinda like: you can't save the ozone layer by stopping using deodorants. You have to hold at least some sort of high post at Greenpeace, or better - director of EPA, to make a difference.
Rambling too much... What I wanted to say initially is that I love your writing style. Much better than an averaje LJ. Interesting subjects, too.
good night 2 u 2.
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