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You make me believe in bad karma.

I didn’t believe we could broke it to yet smaller pieces but we could. My shoes are full of mud, my head just above water. It is hard to move.
I walk home, every step lighter and then I know what is the bigger loss and what I can bear. It doesn’t really matter if you never understand.

This entry was posted on Thursday, August 18th, 2005 at 11:39 pm and is filed under life.