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The world blows in the wind

Even if the wet remains of rain are glistening

I’m still chasing a distant day’s shadow

 We’ll only leave behind wonderful memories

In the changing seasons

I’m dreaming of you and can never return

But every time I remember, the pain echoes		 Will the shadow that falls into black burn as bright as the shining sun?

You smiled

So I embraced you without speaking of eternity

So you wouldn’t fade away to some place I could never reach

evanescent
No matter how much time goes by my dream of you won’t end
the way to summer is shining so bright

•info•

My name is Shentel and I have a unique sense of humor which only some people can understand. I enjoy listening to songs, especially YUI's. I love the Japanese culture and I would like to study it. Enjoy your stay and welcome~
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シェイリ Jassie


Skinned and coded by sweeeeeeeet. No brushes, flowers, butterflies and humans were harmed in this creation.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010, 3:09 AM

Ok, its fucking scary where your brother knows a sentence that you spoke/posted/typed that you find familiar but you are not sure where you typed/sent/spoke/posted it on. Be it the forums, SMS to your friend, or facebook.

I swear my brother loves to invade my privacy, and yet I don't fucking know where I said/posted/typed it on. God. Racked through hundreds of my memory in my brain but yet I don't recall any of it. Most probably it has been stored far far deep into my brain.

Somehow I really hope my family gives me a little privacy in what I do. I don't wanna be like an open book where everyone knows everything about me. I NEED MY PRIVACY!

I hate it when my brother and dad browse through my handphone to see my texts. i know he hates it when I did the same to him, yet he still doesn't stop. I don't want to revert to my old ways where I had to delete every single text people have sent me, and forgetting stuff.


Kapuuuuum.



Oh I recalled where I posted it. LOLOLOLOL.

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