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Stuck in a state of stalemate, life could only move on endlessly without cause. But what cause could ever cause myself so much thought as to the point of confusion still remains unknown. I stand as the observer, times unlike the one being seeked. Time will tell for what may flourish or be it nothing as to my imagination.
Posted by SquallAngel at August 16, 2003 12:47 AM | TrackBack