Tuesday, July 11, 2006

; lost, broken, confused

If I play my cards right, perhaps everything will turn out bright.

The irony of cautious steps, bold gestures.

Walking on broken glass, playing with fire.

It might save me, but it might also ruin me.


Yes yes, and I love you sis. (:

And Michie.

And everybody esle.

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