Sunday, 4 December 2011

I just don't know

I just don't know any more, for all the things I believed in that I have lost, I feel like I should morn, but the things that are lost were never really part of me, as those that aren't are what they are, part of me, so I'm left wondering why I feel like I morn, and perhaps it's more for what might have been, and not for what is lost.




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