Friday, April 28, 2006
a simple truth is that all beauty must die, all good things must come to an end, all reunions must part, and all that is said before fades to oblivion when a new step is taken, a new social circle, a new life, a new school, a new year, a new future...this is how we move on in the circle of life...revolving till we may meet again, in the exact sense of things, exact state of mind and exact reminiscence of old times.

lest we forget that afternoon in the playground near macdonalds, when only those who truly cared were all present... stood together, to support a friend in need, and reunited in an unbreakable bond of friendship, comfort, brotherbood in the purest sense... that friend was me; i will remember this day till the day i die... and then the rain came down, we took refuse in that little play hut, and the rain drowned our sorrows away . . . . . . . . "the rain drops falling on my head..."
by ~me~ at 11:45 PM ©

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