Imaginary,ordinary
The gift of memory is an awful curse.
Friday, July 1, 2011
When sleeping at night is consistently one of the most difficult parts of your day, you know you're a mess.
And the longer it goes on, the more the world moves without you, futher and futher ahead.
You, in an even darker part of your corner.
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