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    <title>akira101 : shadows lengthening at dusk will perish soon (4)</title>
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 In my more younger and more vulnerable years,I met one special girl who eternally changed my whole life.It was a cold still february morning which,definitely,could be the most gorgeous moment in my memory.She turned to me and smiled.Even though she did not realize how overwhelmingly strong this feeling could be or how can this right second greatly influenced my own creed, she did know one thing ,that I am a perfect stranger and I need help.Those days are quiet,passionated and some kind of wired,I often wonder how stupid I was then and it makes me better organized.<br /><br />    In my restless dreams, one gesture,though not very special,can be the only metaphor dominate my lonely night.If life is an unknown series of successful pictures,this is the most touching one.There is someting gorgeous about it,something hightened sensitivity to the promise of life.Yes,indeed,this single gesture,this metaphorical action can be the only thing makes me feel better and drive me to the place I belong to.<br /><br />    Partly because I am an old fashioned person,and partly because I fail to find a good way to explain,these feelings,like the november rain,and like a storm in the desert,never can be a little more clearer then ever and even runs increasingly far from the position where I keep waiting.Sometimes I feel lonely,and even preoccupied,but I know,as always,that life is a hard journey which can be both fantastic and boring,the single thing makes it different is what attitudes I adopt.<br /><br />    Now,I need to go,and this is my destiny,I have no way to escape. thank you,for the unreal ecstatic feeling I imaged which help me overcome the dark night.<br /><br />    So long,friends.<br />
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