ninahugo [2004-04-19 04:17:57 +0000 UTC]
It murmurs contentment and loneliness, warmth and cold. I sigh, a sense of nostalgia creeps through my head, which in turn hurts my heart and become melancholy. But this feeling of youth, adolesence, is dark, strange comfort, familiar sadness I lived with so long that I am not uneasy in its arms.
But that's just me.
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