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My Life Is Not Without A Sense Of Irony

Her hair is purple now. I didn't appreciate that fully until now.

Let me have my contentment, I worked for 23 years to find it.

My natural state seems to be unhappiness, held in check by logic and frivolity, an unlikely pair.

Knowledge of the future is a heavy burden, but I'm not sure I am able to explain why.

I have cried every time making that walk home from the N19 to my house. Not quite coincidence, but close.


Perhaps this in homage to your style, Dominique?

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Kate Bush - Army Dreamers
Currently Eating: Whole Wheat Pita w/ Baba Ganoush