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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

sometime

Sometime ago it was really nice to look at you and see your shiny smile. Some time ago I enjoyed the glen on your eyes. Sometime ago I felt it was all ok.

Sometime ago we started to hide in ourselves. Sometime ago it was not what we wanted.

Sometime ago communication got lost because we did not want to argue nor understand each other. Sometime ago I stopped saying what bothered me due to you came up with you sword and your shield, so I did not end up sliced. Sometime ago I bottled everything in, so you would not be bothered with my thoughts.

Sometime ago it started to sink, but neither of us where able to work for it. Sometime ago it blew up out minds putting everything up-side-down, putting us against each other.

Sometime ago I starter to write my thoughts and showing them there. But today, today I will not publish anything, even though, you will not realize what is going on, since no one sees or reads any of this because no body seems to care about my mind.