世界地图
Yes, I will go back to my secrets.
I still worry about this.
If I went back, would I regret it? Of course I would.
If I went back, would I regret it? Of course I wouldn't.
through the rest of my life,
do you wait for me there?
A friend of mine brought me a book of poetry that one of his coworkers wrote.
We were at a party, slightly drunk.
He knew I enjoyed "that sort of thing", so I gave it a quick read.
After two or so, I handed it back and told my friend: "Tell this guy to please stop."
Like I said, I was slightly drunk.
Free-for-all reformatting and transformation.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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