Its about me. Its about what I see. Its about what I feel. Its about where I have been. Its about where I would like to go. Its about what I have loved. Its about what I have hated. Its about my aspirations. Its about my frustrations. Its about the world in me. Its about the world. Its not about me.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
1984
Good book, I'd like to quote:
They sye that time 'eals all things,
They sye you can always forget;
But the smiles an' the tears across the years
They twist my 'eart strings yet!
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