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Thursday, February 24, 2011
Dreaming chocolates, calafare. @ 9:14 AM

Wanted to post some picture up here, beautifies the post. I am really craving for pasta. Even though i am prolly not hungry at all.

I seriously don't know how to start this. Neither do i know what to do. When all's lost, i find that the pawns left wasn't much. How can i protect my heart, when my queen and first row's general isn't beside. If life is all black and white, and we didn't had to fight. We'd be playing checkers, checking ourselves in place.
Einer nach dem anderen, verlassen sie mich, Spuren zu hinterlassen - wieErinnerungen. Einer nach dem anderen verließen sie mich, Alles was noch übrig warenihre Lachen, ihre Tränen, unsere Erinnerungen. Einer nach dem anderen, ich erinnere mich, ich vermisse, ich begehre. Ich weinen, ich weinte, ich rief. Einer nach dem anderen. Einer nach dem anderen, verliere ich sie, verlor ich sie, sie war mir egal. Undeiner nach dem anderen, sie kamen, kamen sie zurück, um Blumen auf mein Grabgestellt.

:) - There is always this time you dream of, dreamt of, and nothing matters more.


When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.