tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91324664121968353252011-04-21T18:21:44.011-07:00Benevolent Socialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146054593254947853noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132466412196835325.post-32779031796487474692007-05-19T20:56:00.000-07:002007-05-19T20:59:29.764-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDgoKUTPrkM/Rk_HfpwGLwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z572lIrbLzA/s1600-h/12052007157.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDgoKUTPrkM/Rk_HfpwGLwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z572lIrbLzA/s200/12052007157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066487452412555010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">When the world has gone insane</span></strong></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> Find love with me until this life has been fulfilled</span></strong></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">And when the path comes to an end</span></strong></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I hope I can say - my love came from within </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132466412196835325-3277903179648747469?l=benevolent-socialist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benevolent Socialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146054593254947853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132466412196835325.post-11987376115233202612007-05-19T20:44:00.000-07:002007-05-19T20:46:07.843-07:00你的离去就像刺青<br />永远烙印在我的心<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132466412196835325-1198737611523320261?l=benevolent-socialist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benevolent Socialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146054593254947853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132466412196835325.post-48477202265821025182007-05-19T20:34:00.000-07:002007-05-19T20:39:28.180-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">When I stepped onto the train, I saw him standing there by the window. We were both going home from work. I decided not to approach him, in spite of the fact that I'd known him so intimately.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I just wanted to be a stranger. For once, I wanted just to remember what it was like before I knew him. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I watched as he fiddled with his iPod and wondered if he was thinking of me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Although, surely not in the way I was thinking of him.</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132466412196835325-4847720226582102518?l=benevolent-socialist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benevolent Socialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146054593254947853noreply@blogger.com0