if to be forgotten. dnd.
So crazy. Heart beats.
Not all memories are nice, just as not all nights are wonderful. When it hurts, let it pass by.
Dunno why I’ve been constantly in this sort of state… wandering between consciousness and coma.
Have a sip of the coffee on board and all of a sudden realized that senile adage,
"Shall there be no compassion to the feared; shall there be awe to the dashing."
It’s bitter, but it’s our bitter reality. To take a sip is to make a choice.
But why must a sip, when you’ve known it’s gonna be bitter.
D1//D2. So they never intersects.
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- November 2, 2008 / 1:52 PM