Wednesday, December 22, 2010

untitled #2

Losing you made me realize the need to move on.
Purpose is restored in knowing that the past can't be changed.
Whatever goes wrong, it's true that what occured really happened.
Seeing the loss in front of my eyes removed the fetter that stopped me from going about my life.
To the ones I lost, remember: You were once mine.


"Where do Vanished objects go?"

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