The Truth of My Reality.
My Blatant Honesty.
A Moment without Deception.
For All and of Me.(:
Just wanting you to come around, so won't you won't you heed.
Morning dew droplets, pitter pat the streets.I who would walk this earth, whoever shalt i meets.Same old faces or new found surfaces they would i greet.But come around again my dear, you would i need.
28.7.10
Moving on.
Can i ever believe, again?
The day was fucked up. Everything was screwed up. Whatever, no mood to post now. Just a short one will do, pfft.
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