empress_jule
Jul 14, 2006 16:31
There was a time when love meant nothing and all that mattered was the wind blowing through my hair.
Can't go back now.
I walk on.
Timeclocks and deadlines are the order of the day.
Deskwork and demons.
I walk on.
Five can't come faster when the boss is beating his breast and casting fury down my back.
Shake the dust from your feet.
Walk on.
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