Bitter Sweet Memories
The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intensions
Cherish everything even if you don't possess it
How many times can I break till I shatter
The door to my heart is open to you
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Brushing
It starts with brushing and so it ends the same way. I seem to be losing meaning and purpose in life. In a life you know will end. I recall when I was little why I didn't like to sleep. How when I sleep, I don't remember anything and I do not know if I will wake up. It could be the last and it could be the end. It's something you can never know.
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