06
марта 2007
вторник
22:20
Who is guilty of my problems?
Who knows about them?
Who does't know my forged emblem?
Who does't know my insincere hem?
We, who came down from blissful mount of eternal now in order to play with birth and death for some days, have to rule sway the destinies. I thought, I was doomed to failure. I liked this delirium. But now I make up my mind. I want to change the course of events, to shift my ground, to change for the better. It's hard to achieve out of hand. So I'll wait till vernal equinox setting at liberty my subsistence. But after that, I'm taking my time and making my way for happiness.
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