Posted: April 10, 2008 in bla bla bla, damdoumization, random

she walks into a room, dark and empty.. except for a faded candle and a dusty old chair.. a chair on which she rests her weary body and heavy head.. and thinks to herself ‘isnt it always easier to have someone to care for?’.. she did not want to be alone with herself.. she only figured out who she was, when she was being someone else.. the everlasting game of roleplay.. being someone else meant she had nothing of her own to lose..

just having a go.. to be continued..

  1. Khouloud says:

    I likey, looking forward to the rest!

    Mabrouk il new blog, bas shiklo something is wrong with this theme, aw yimken il ‘3alat min my pc, bas il stour bitdalha itnatnet

  2. Verbal Alchemy says:

    hi 5o5, mnawreh, allah ybarek feeki 😀

    bina6ne6? hmm, i donno the theme works fine on both my office and home PCs, w they r both different versions of windows so im not sure why 😕

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