Friday, January 07, 2005 - Of Fates And It Coming True :

In the midst of trees,
With the wind of the breeze,
My mind goes through,
Every situation, not very few.

I know I screw up a lot,
Of things little I know not,
But complicated as things may seem,
Even if the future looks dim.

Carry on I must,
For the people I love and trust,
Killing myself daily through the things I do,
Hoping the fate I dream of will come true.
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Sheryl blogged at 1:32 AM