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[idontknowmel]

It was time I thought. As I walked alone with my ipod; a pile of thoughts, a pile of emotion, finally had built up. About five years, I've documented on Livejournal every now and then when its "time." Its natural. It's personal, and in that sense somewhat rude towards the beauty of what I'm living. I could never project accurately its true form. I could never give myself enough credit.

I miss thinking in prose, and seeing in frames.