Blade of darkness splits my time into two uneven parts. Short as a wink day and long as deep breath night. Sometimes they are mutually exclusive, sometimes they are slowly leaking into each other, not allowing me to catch the moment where one starts and another ends. ... Here passes my time. I see it slowly going away, I feel this ethereal stream. Every letter I type, every thought I think, every word I say - it all takes my time. I really don't know how much of it I have left. And don't want to, like most of you. I just want to spent it for something valuable. Valuable for me ...
But, there's always the catch ...
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Date: 12/10/2007 07:58 (UTC)From:Hedgehog says:
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Date: 12/10/2007 08:26 (UTC)From: (Anonymous)У тебя есть лопата. Пиши еще.
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