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Farewell, my old self.
Never shall your ills be as well mine own.
Never.
From here on I shall never look to the past for comfort.
I'd surely take mine own eyes before I ever do again.
Never again shall my fears rule me.
I shall not ever be afraid again to do something new.
No.
Never again.
From here on, I am new.
I am a new, CLEAN slate.
I am going out now.
Maybe I'll find what it is that will make this feeling even better tonight.
Who knows?
This world is a vast, beautiful creature..
 Bionic Seraphim · Mon Jan 18, 2010 @ 12:07am · 0 Comments |
