Friday, February 02, 2007
 | These corridors. These isles. The turning points of men. How is it to be stuck between a place uknown and a place unwanted but welcome. Can the heart hold onto such selfless things when the things wanted so selfishly draw you in? I wish to have an open choice without the burden. But as life revolves, burdens recede. So unknown can be. |
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