I want to flood like there is no tomorrow, draining out every single drop of intention straight down the eavestrough. Sadness slips in. Tiredness spreads across the campus, leaving none of the patches empty. I cannot stop wondering if everything was my own fault, or I was simply being situated at the bottom of the ladder?
Perhaps this is just a preview of the upcoming storm.
2011/06/03
Perhaps this is just a preview of the upcoming storm.
2011/06/03
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