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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
-_-" SAI SAI KNS
Saturday, October 25, 2008 | 1:10 pm


i am drained and my hands are tired. this is so exhausting because in the earlier day, i've wasted time. precious, precious time. i need 8762541924 hours more. india seems so far away. now to think of it, everythings is. i need a new momentum. cause guess what, i am down with fever. how childish of a reason can that be? chill, ethel chillll!!! *takes a breather* conor oberst said "it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright.."

and if you are listening, i am talking to you.
do you believe that one will come back during the four week monsoon season and begin to fall in love all over again? do you believe that when four weeks is over, she'll be gone with a proper goodbye? before she left at first, do you believe she has extended your five year old son's reservation to deliver his birthday cake until he is seventeen? and do you believe she saw what was coming? well, i believed her, along with a box of tissue.

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