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Sunday, October 10, 2010

She thinks she's like that. She isn't.

That time when she slept her shallow sleep, She dreamed of kainene lost in the war. She dreamed of all the things she lost and din't want back. She dreamed of feeling sad, even regretful for what happened.She dreamed of waking up and thinking of dying and not moving.She was in that state where she din't know what she was thinking was dreaming or reality. She felt hungry and longed for things whose taste she din't like. She dreamed writing about it. She knew would write and she knew nobody would understand what she wrote. But, she would write it still. This time, just for herself. It was important.


  1. Hahaha - I cant bother to login but still, thank you

    This would be first comment on this article here and on facebook but I cud'nt care less.
    Its an emotional piece of work. :)

  2. Oh and I forgot to add, that comment was by your very own cynical vagabond! (who still cant be bothered to login :P)