aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - it's a childish game for me to play, silence. but one dull smoky midnight, one in a long dull line, i decided that i wanted to play, to find out whether she still cared to share words or just wanted to maintain a polite distance. because it is obviously possible to do that with a few sparse text messages. because i'm never not a fool. so i silently wait for her to come back in some way, any way. it doesn't mean much for someone like me to say he paces all through the night, but the days are bright, searingly honest, and i wander a pale ghost for burning hour after burning hour and the sun can never lie to me and she might really be gone this time 2:12 a.m. - 2013-08-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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