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somehow .. Miniscule are the number of times I think twice about talking a chance now . In my days of juvenile hauteur , I made the mistake of uttering a lot of ideals … stating things which much to me discomfort have proven wrong . I couldve stopped dreaming but that’s what a child does . Dream ,I dreamt about a happy family ….. a happy childhood .As I scrape the carcasses of my desires now , I feel a gash , a pain . It is definitely not my failure . It is their failure to cherish this comfort .
Old Springs lets burn HIS diary ! disclaimer Zikr e Rasool the morbid industry both sides of the story Diaryland Concept by Silent Spring email: the silent flows or leave me a note All graphics,design and content by Me © 2005.
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