Tuesday morning
I remember stormy weather
The way the sky looks when it's cold
And you were with me
Content with walking
So unaware of the world

Walking on air
EUNICE

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One-horse town


Unwind
overtime
Posted on: Thursday, March 25, 2010
Posted at: 12:20 AM
i realised...
it's impossible.

ha!



just fuck end this.
i don't want to become someone i'm not.
but still it might be considered as a part of me?
fuck this idea.