it was by a magnetic pull,
an age long forgotten melody being played,
an eternal dance being danced,
a being that slowly emerged,
and that was,
ME.
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oh how illusive it can get - the feeling of 'me' :)
and a being that has brought others into being? or will bring? or, "na kuch tha to main tha..."
morbid!
A sequel to the previous one ?
hmm is the blog to be resurrectd too?
Thank God [:)]
D dumadum!!:D
born out of the misty hallows of times.... do u really need ressurection?
oh nd ps, change ur font colour... its not readable...
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