Tuesday, 7 October 2008

The wheels on the bus go round and round...

Can't i go and travel to a different time and place without being seen as what i was before?
See, don't touch.
Touch, don't taste.
Taste, don't swallow.
Swallow, don't enjoy it.

I was better off before.I could go every where and nothing was old.
Got to go back there,then.

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