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[Aug. 9th, 2006|05:46 pm] |
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| | Tindersticks - untill the morning comes | ] |
And now I'm doing what I chouldn't. The mirror is turning on me with the opposite side. I'm braking down my firewall, by myself letting those global, trivial dirt sinns to brake and affect on me. And all because I changed these energies somehow, the inspiration of memories to sadness of memories. And in each step clearing my mind and holding and thinking over how to hold and make this person this spirit to be on the same level of power, of our time, as me. Like writting in books, holding with common memories. Hush now darling I can hear you screaming. And I'm trying to relise those hard dust, I'm cleaning myself, but still I need a higher power to help. I will go there, I will pray and I will believe, keep believe, and will dig out from me the feeling I flew back here, to, sill, my homeland. And you are free spirit, with free will, and I can't tie you, we are by ourselves, but someday both of us, both by our sides. |
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