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Sunday, November 18


It feels like a dream already. And I'm wondering if this is the way destiny feels. The ultimate certainty of things not being able to change. But how is that predictable? Change. It all changes. Everything changes. Everyone changes. I guess it's how we were built. A blessing and a curse. Because as the saying goes. Who's to say. If I'm not who I am. Then what are you?

Est-ce que tu comprende? No. Of course not. Because it's all


PS: My french sucks. Ms. Blackledge would cry.

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