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Aug 03, 2004 18:51

A moment in passing.
Time slows to a dull grind.
The sound deadens the air.
Lonely now.
The only sounds are the ones I make with my feet.
There's only walking towards the horizon with all of my uncertainties.
Excitement... Climax... Letdown...
There are only uncertain dreams in an uncertain life.
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