Tuesday, September 12, 2006

i use the fax machine.

i used to write down those unhappy things on a piece of paper
and then fax it to myself
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words on the paper need some time to fade away
therefore,
ur pain and sorrow will also fade away
as time goes by
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until its very very blur
until we can hardly recognize wats written there

and then,
the paper become blank again
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but it will never be like the same again
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yellowish.., stained.., and wrinkled
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it will never be like the same again
there must be some marks on it
more or less
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there must be some.

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