It's so cold. It's so dark.
I wish I could not care. But I do. Though I'd already past through it over and over, I'm losing strength by droping pieces of hope through the way.
I'm losing my grip.
Lonelyness starts to scare me again. As it has done one million times before. I'm afraid of being lonely even surrounded.
And it's getting colder...
quinta-feira, 23 de julho de 2009
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