aujourd'hui
11.04.2011
A Decent Conversation
A rare thing that makes me feel alive. So definitely alive. Even if a hint of fear was lingering there between us. The fear of being too hopeful. The fear of being disappointed again. The familiar smell of coward. Good night, my friend.
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