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49.I was once “struggling to find the missing piece from our walk. I just couldn’t get through my friend’s eyes. Those minutes broke inside; how could my mind not understand? What’s going on? Still a question continually ran over me: “What should I do now? What? Please tell me, don’t let me disappear”. The only thing I wanted was to be somewhere else, not think, not blink; nothing, just be. I was dreaming discussions; hurtful answers. The more I heard chaste sights betraying me, the more I fell into a deep sorrow, one which I thought would end the night in a most unpleasant way…
An hour later, we were laughing. I left uncertain of what tomorrow would bring. “What should I do now? ” ” Sunday, 01 April 2007 23:43:39
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