as i read what i wrote in last entry, i realise im blogging more and more like a girl.
die.
Historical at : 8:05 PM
INTRODUCTION
Never to bid good-bye
Or lip me the softest call,
Or utter a wish for a word, while I
Saw morning harden upon the wall,
Unmoved, unknowing
That your great going
Had place that moment, and altered all.