Saturday, April 11, 2009

Is there the line we passed?

I told you I will be fading out. Like a thin smoke willingly blown away by a cracked sick ceiling fan. So I stepped outside the border we used to cook our mind. I definitely forget where the line is, we stepped over so many time with laughing to our lifes. So we make our distance. But then again, like we always say, why so serious?

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