Like flipping open the pages of a new magazine. He came at the most unexpected turn of my life. So the first page begins with colorful pictures that paints a smile across my face. I was amazed at how things were turning out. But surprisingly, i found an attachment every day that i can't help. Every day, i spent overnights trying to decipher the vague message that every page brings. I have once said, i would never get involved in such facade but my defenses failed me. And so i found a new quest that is really not me. I have called it my addiction. The hardest part is the withdrawal syndrome. But like every magazine, it has a last page. And every story has an ending. ;-)
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Wednesday, January 30, 2008
On High
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