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Whispers From Enola

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Diced into Little Pieces


Use me. Unfold me and see what is inside this soul.

I'm sitting on my hands. Waiting for time to pass, but also trying to live each and everyday to the fullest. My life is full of hypocrisy.
Words seem old to me.
Thoughts are all Déjà vu.
I'm looking for something new.
Posted by Joshua at 12:48 PM

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