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Poland
August 6, 2011
Sitting and feeling this intimate mood of night...
Lovely sounds of sweet Norah Jones' voice.
I could change everything for these summer nights.
Don't know why,
Don't know where,
Don't know in what reason.
I wish I could dissapear without any trace.
It could be really useful to be invisable for a while.
What is sitting just underneath my skin...
Honestly, I really don't like this rummaging in myself.
I feel as such an idiot when I read the lines which I've already written.
But there is some kind of pleasure in this sitting, starring at my latop's screen, typing the letters and waiting for... this nothing.
<Not to mention about my poor spine. But who cares? For sure, I don't. :D This stupid ebaby is such a good time killer that I cannot resist it anymore.>
Vanity of vanities; all is vanity. Nothing more.
Because I don't miss you. I don't miss you at all.
PS. Didn't I tell that it sounds like complete gibberish?
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