Saturday, December 22, 2012,

When everything gets lonely
I can be my own best friend
I'll grab a coffee and the paper
Have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons
And my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening
By morning looks like shit

I've got a flask inside my pocket
We can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious
I will try and do the same
We might die from medication
But we sure killed all the pain
But what was normally in the evening
By morning seems insane...

Tien.

12/22/2012 09:51:00 AM

Nick: Tien.
Gender: Female.
Birthdate: 19-04-1989.
Location: Netherlands.

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Per aspera ad astra.
(To the stars through difficulties)

Except our own thoughts, there is nothing absolutely in our power.
-Rene Descartes

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
-Oscar Wilde

If we listen with our hearts, we can hear the earth silently singing.
-Secret Garden

I have made this letter longer than usual, only because I have not had the time to make it shorter.
-Blaise Pascal