Tuesday, August 18, 2009

When the heart is afraid of breaking.

 

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when Each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blodd behind a bruise. It passes unevely, in a strange lurches and dragging lulls, but it pass it does. Even for me.

 

Tmr is the release of my chinese O's. Pray hard I don't have to retake. Please Please Please!!!

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