Wednesday, July 22, 1998

Journal Entry '98: Garbled

My mood is changing,
my thoughts are shattering.

The sea is calm..
I hope you'll come!
The trees may die,
the birds can fly..
Whenever you neglect me,
I felt nobody!

The wind blows,
as my love grows.
Whenever you stare,
I feel you care...

- July '98

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