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    Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.

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    I am a man, without a plan, hoping to find it.

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Less than an hour ago, I had the nicest kiss I have had in a long while. After watching Let The Right One In, a conversation via a typewriter, an verbal conversation, some photography, he left, kissing me goodbye.

That was nice. But I'm not to get my hopes up, apparently.

Posted by : ELMH on Sunday, 31 October 2010 | |

 

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