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Saturday, April 05, 2008
somber, broken, faint, fake goodbyes.
the world turns and im stuck. to where? to how? to why? i didn't force myself to wake up each day that it would all finally come into place. cause i always knew it'd all work anyway. and when that day came, same as every other day, i was ready as always. it all faded away. where has everything gone to? as swift as smoke, it vanishes to thin air. vanishing to thin air as well.
and until now. it shall not be spoken.
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it's 11:30pm and im still here in the airport. the flight was supposed to leave 2 hours ago. who knows what time i'll get back and get away.
"there is a wall that ruuuns right through me"- kreuzberg, bloc party
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