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Everyone I have come to know and love is transitioning, to new loves and new lives. I am the fool relentlessly moving on with my own life, clinging to fragile expectations of constancy in bonds that thin a little more with each passing day.
Everything fades, and everything dies.
Not so soon, hopes this fool.
Everything fades, and everything dies.
Not so soon, hopes this fool.
3 comments:
ur beginning to sound vaguely normal. sumthing has gotto be wrong...wossup AC?
Hmmm......i know what you mean. But mostly i feel like i'm the one who's changing and not everyone else.
Anyway, I'm back! My blog is now active again. Uhm....FYI. :D
ohhh, which reminds me...my blog's gone offline :) new one's here: http://theindianmeltingpot.blogspot.com/
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