

written tonight I'm not going to lie. Why would I? I'm only going to say this once, and then keep this page hidden, and if I decide to show someone someday, it will be either in a moment of final desperation, or a faint whisper of a promise that has long since turned into dust and blown into the sea. I miss you, [FALSE NAME], and [FALSE NAME]. And not just that. I miss being sure of something. Anything. I am not sure of anything anymore. I'm almost certain that that is true, but even of that I'm not sure. I wish that all had gone as I previously thought it would. I would have several relationships, all would fail, and you wouldwritten tonight
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laurentkoffel.com
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press "esc" and free your mind.
>>:- www.aiven.ch -:<<
Anyway, thanks for your comments.
Curtsey,
Kalia
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...And the Butterflies are Singing...
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A nun, an astronaut, and Hitler all walk into a bar. Nothing interesting happened.
wtf
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"With chocolate so dark, light cannot escape its surface."
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