Saturday, April 2, 2011
Just like a piece of driftwood.
My relations with her are more or less like Germany in ruins. It's there but everything's gone. Like a piece of driftwood, we remain floating choosing not to sink to the bottom. There is nothing left that could be said or done to salvage anything. It's just a matter of time.
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