Post by Chedders on Jun 30, 2010 21:33:38 GMT -8
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New York is the city of lights, wait, that's Paris?
Oh. Well New York is light, sound, movement. Its sensory overload and
its impossible to comprehend all at once. So latch on to your little piece
and hold on tightly. But life isn't a game and there are no redo's or
mulligans. Happy, sad. Good, bad. You hold on and you hope for people
to share happiness or catch you in the bad times. Do you need someone
to pick up the pieces of your shattered life? Or do you see only the cracks
in the mirror so often that you forget to look at your reflection? What do
you do when life is all about the Inconceivable Changes?
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