Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Mustard.
I wilt in love. I cease to exist. I lose my words, my way, my breath. Without a grip on myself, I love no one. I hate. And hope it doesn't show, not even to myself. So, with my palms wet, stomach clenched, my insides eating itself, unable to sleep, I then proceed to claim to understand. I don't. I cannot love. I can only wait. That is my blessing, that is my curse. But if that is the only way, then so it shall be.
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死亡是悲哀的，但活得不快樂更悲哀。. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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