Tuesday, October 25, 2005

rambling on...


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Don't remember where I got this from but I liked it...



We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.



I'd almost forgotten how it was like when we used to be together. How it began; how it ended. All that's left is a memory of pain that separation brought, and the presumption that we once loved each other...



p.s. tt's my darling kangta above!


抱紧我 吻我 喔爱~~~别走*
4:16 PM