a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








writing in class...


There is something beautiful about imperfections that everyone else sees, but no one else knows. Dreaming about a future... I am dreaming about me and him, imperfect, together. I know it's far away from here, from reality. Maybe he dreams of me. As fate has it, it's time to wake up.


written on 2003-01-22 at 2:01 p.m.

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