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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Untitled #2

What good does an apology bring?
The future is like death; unknown and feared,
the present is never our decision,
and the past is always here.

One day, all of my regrets are going to murder me.
Posted by pseudoalia at Sunday, July 27, 2008 No comments:
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