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Dec 2013
Today, just an ounce of a human being, but... as we shall never share a future, nor bring the world to its knees.. Why should I not drown in the past?

In all sincerity, poignant is the distance to keep on reminding me, that what once were, can no longer be. The truth is, all words demand vengeance and they persist to fall short, to fail me.. but I breathe, I breathe... -*

/Kal
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