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<blockquote data-quote="Saladin" data-source="post: 274972" data-attributes="member: 272"><p>My dearest of all.</p><p>My precious piece of the whole.</p><p>My immortal soul</p><p></p><p>I often stumble upon a memory of yesterday. A mere image of one so called a fool. Little that I know is that there is always possibility of change. These so-called thoughts lacking of common sense, plunder me yet again with their sharp edges, obliterating the truthful meaning of what is and what isn't real, wrecking havoc in my thoughts in order. Like a white cue ball, determined to strike the whole triangle of ten. And just then the game begins. The most interesting part. Trying to restore order, searching for the right words to say, putting the right ball in the hole. I find it very difficult by all meanings. Because your beauty strikes me to feel novice yet again. A child of some sort. Never have I learned the lesson of the pain of love, always I commence fantasizing that somehow things are going to change.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Saladin, post: 274972, member: 272"] My dearest of all. My precious piece of the whole. My immortal soul I often stumble upon a memory of yesterday. A mere image of one so called a fool. Little that I know is that there is always possibility of change. These so-called thoughts lacking of common sense, plunder me yet again with their sharp edges, obliterating the truthful meaning of what is and what isn't real, wrecking havoc in my thoughts in order. Like a white cue ball, determined to strike the whole triangle of ten. And just then the game begins. The most interesting part. Trying to restore order, searching for the right words to say, putting the right ball in the hole. I find it very difficult by all meanings. Because your beauty strikes me to feel novice yet again. A child of some sort. Never have I learned the lesson of the pain of love, always I commence fantasizing that somehow things are going to change. [/QUOTE]
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