I Me Myself

What was the start of all this? When did the cogs of fate begin to turn? Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now, From deep within the flow of time... But, for a certainty, back then, We loved so many, yet hated so much, We hurt others and were hurt ourselves... Yet even then, we ran like the wind, Whilst our laughter echoed, Under cerulean skies...

Monday, August 07, 2006

My Ninth Post

A: Why did you come back to help me?

B: You don't need a reason to help.

A: ....

I was wrong about everything.

B: ....

A: I did not realised the true purpose of life until right now.

Thank you for coming back.

Goodbye..Friend.

B: Farewell..

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