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Saturday, July 18, 2009

[83] sometimes things happen unexpectedly

I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.

the loved ones.
i've to let it go.
it's hard.
it's bringing me down.


They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate,
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.

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