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þriðjudagur, ágúst 29, 2006 i let go

"yes, i'm leaving you tonight, silently and cowardly. i can't afford the living. know that your sleepy, smiling face in our warm bed will forever remain in my... in my memories."
so i left.
the outside world is still windy and cold, just like when i left it behind... and the stars are still there, shining for whoever wants to look up and see. i looked up.

"these flowers will never die",
so you said.

rafael at 9:06 e.h.

da memória.