Sunday, May 30, 2010

dismal

When you start to believe in things you do not believe in, you have eventually stopped believing in things that you always believe in.
Those days are gone, it seems like yesterday was merely dream, and it shattered all over in the memory.
Lonesome that remains is what I breathe, grieves that have me in vain to be my lead.







But not all who wander are lost....

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