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Janvāris 8., 2007
![[info]](http://klab.lv/img/userinfo.gif) f | 19:32 - a piece of writing i don't understant. partly. about going away. leaving. going on
"just for fun."
i can find a place for every thing and creature
in This Story, exept for myself.
in the beginning i thought that i'm the one who's
moving on,
but now it appears completely different.
opposite, that is. i haven't moved on.
people get married, go away...
leave.
oh, i knew you would go someday.
i knew that you would leave.
and i knew i wouldn't be ready.
complaining won't stop the rain, anyway.
it's impossible to express how difficult it is to accept the fact,
that you either don't care and would easily leave or that you have really started to believe that
it is so
and so it is, just like you said it would be
(life goes easy on me
most of the time) - the blowers daughter. damien rice
all you need is trust.
believe in trust.
living is believing - smoke. natalie imbruglia
shoot me.
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