Thursday, November 09, 2006

Dark, mysterious. You wish he could be yours. But he never was. Never was any at all. And all these things you wish for; the people and the love and the snow: none of them ever was. Never was any at all. And so you'll go on, miserable as always. Wishing for things that were. Thing that might've been. You'll go chasing them in your dreams, is all. Never reach any at all

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