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Monday, April 10, 2006

spoilt

What a strange time this is.

In the haze of the sheesha, the noise, the standing ovation for the short film and the mad dancing, somewhere there was me alone, trying to see where I fit in a flurry of silk and makeup.

Somewhere, hidden away from me just now, is a great future waiting for me to stumble upon it.
I just know.

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