The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Dear Small Hurricane,

Today might have been good. Overall, I mean. But sometimes last impressions remain more vivdly than first ones.

And you didn't deny my request, persay. I mean, there were people around.

So do you want to tell me why I think I'm going to cry myself to sleep?

This may come as a shock, but you weren't the only one who got hurt.

I think I'll just leave it at that.

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