Ever since the passing of my birthday, I feel like I can be someone better now. My dream is to move away from here some day soon, and I promise, one day I will.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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