| On memory & hate |
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Your memory is a gift, something beautiful. But every gift, every talent has a down side. You can remember all the nice and beautiful things, but at the same time, you have to remember everything that made you cry, everything that made you lonely or depressed. It’s a horrible thing, memory.
With one simple smile she can knock me out. A no, it’s not love I’m talking about, it’s hate. One simple smile, her eyes locked on mine. It’s not a pretty smile, it’s a disgusting one, one that let you make the same face as when you see something horrible and ugly. Hate, sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps you going.
It’s a horrible thing, hate.
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Posted by Aitisha on 2008-05-16 14:07:53 | Rating: | Views: 40
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