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It Crumbled

The walls crumbled.

I let it.

The alcohol had nothing to do with it. Truthfully I was worried about how I am getting increasingly immune to the effects of the alcohol. But then I had something else to worry about.

Like what will happen when I let the walls crumble.

I have mixed feelings when I realised it was not as bad as before.

As for the walls, they were rebuilt the moment I was home.

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Post a comment — Trackback URI RSS 2.0 feed for these comments This entry (permalink) was posted on Saturday, August 30, 2008, at 12:11 am by wenjie. Filed in Ramblings and tagged .

One Comment

  1. xena

    See, unknown not so scary afterall, ya.

    Posted on 30-Aug-08 at 1:23 am | Permalink

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