Events
Someday, our victories,
our defeats...
will all be just numbers, statistics,
faint memories in no one's head...
Sometimes, they feel so unimportant
that I am not sure if they are real
Sometimes, everything I experience
seems so untrue and distant
that I must have a very strong will
not to fly away...
How come I yield to them so often?
autor
Tennyo
Dodano: 2005-03-16 19:33:00
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