Here I am again trying to forget the thing people called “past.” The rain is heavy outside and the coldness is blurring my window. Once in a while, there is a formation of all the dew, turning into a droplet. A droplet will wait for another small dew and it is ready to drop. I don't know why I'm giving attention to this small stuff and I don't like the idea of me being useless for a moment.
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Posted on July 26, 2009 at 11:30pm — 10 Comments