Locked into his loneliness, he was afraid of giving a promise. In a world of broken promises, he yielded to keep his words. Although he held them so strongly in his hands, they managed to slip through his fingers, smashed against the ground and broken into pieces.
She hold one piece of a word in her hand and reluctantly put it back where it belonged to.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
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