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Crystal winterbells ting a tiny happy tune, on ice
and you say to me that I have a bipolar disorder because I was crying, depressed, just two days ago, but I say to you that hope lives and dies on your breath and that the vapor you breathe is like the mist or the frost, of a winter -or spring- day based on your mood, not mine and that I am only a victim of your indiscretions and considerations and never my own, it's true that I am but a wisp on the wind and am weak for it,- for you, and to that I will readily admit- that I have that weakness, and am only in subordinate to your will, but I will never admit that that's illogical or that there's anything wrong with it. |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 4/29/07 on Katie.