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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

often times in a relationship with anyone, be it a friend, family or partner, what really kills us is not our counterparts. what kills us is ourselves. the desire to be what we are not. the disappointments with that discovery. and the refusal to change.

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages"

two-faced is bad enough when i was a kid, but as i grow older, i discover a million different faces in one single soul.

tonight i will sing ever so softly
in a trance
subtly engaging your thoughts
and we'll still be together
when we're apart
-cheryl
12:50 AM





Cheryl

pretty faces