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I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
Walking by the bay, on the shore
Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground

Monday, November 23, 2009

My mum probably more or less succeeded in her aims. Since young, I am a book lover, books to me probably is how smokers are to nicotine.

Books interests me, and makes an addict out of me.

Never regretted continuing the addiction, and I have to thank my mum for it.

Like what the say. Mothers are the best.