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observation de vous;
observation de moi
on isolé tiennent le premier rôle
vous ne savez pas qui vous êtes
j'ai vous ai toujours aimé
mais vous avez pris mon amour pour accordé
parole au revoir
the 4 hearts
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
it's pretty empty, whats inside her. don't bother looking, you won't find much. she's still not going to come out of the door she was in long time ago. so many doors opened, so many doors entered halfway. but she's never going fully in. with every step she enters another door, her own one closes slowly upon her. not wanting to be shut out from that; that's the door to the memories she can't afford to lose. they make her who she is. they form her impression of you. the benchmark for the rest of the world. stupid door. all tattered and torn, all dirty and old, all abandoned and run-down. that's what everyone's been saying, from long ago. but that's not how she sees it. it's beautiful and new, sentimental and cozy, peaceful and perfect. no one sees it the way she does. people only see and remember the bad part of the past. she doesn't. she remembers the good parts. every other door stares in envy of the one she has chosen. every other door feels like kicking the old door out. but they can't. she'll never step fully out of it. never. unless. unless someone enters her door to pull her out.entrapped in his world, don't want to move out.safe in his memories, protected by his warmth.reassured by the symbols, loved by him.prisoner in the game, contented by the fantasy. how much faith can one have? really.
- everything's just temporary;
7:53 PM
