If they ever tell my story, let them say:
I walked with the giants. Men will rise and fall like the winter wheat but these names will never die...
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Abyss
How tired i am of this unbearable distance between us, how i long for the toll of the recess bell, have u forgotten me, grown mindless of me, tell me i'm not writing into an abyss, or that is what will become of my heart...
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