a flight for a mourning time.

February 7, 2010 § Leave a comment

Somehow, sometimes,  you really wanted some people to stay.  You let them did anything to you, as long as they will stay, there beside you. This kind of masochist side of yourself that needs someone pure sadism care-taking. You get used to this kind of life, you will gain pain and pleasure at the same time. Then, what are you mourning for?

Maybe you should try to be everyone’s sudden stranger.

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