there are days to be counted..

.. and there are days to be spent. I have been blessed with a non-substantial knowledge of us. The idea of finding the perfect company in a world of destruction, walking into a world of joy is too comprehensive for me. I cant lay my finger on it, is it me thats changing or is the world changing? Or in a more obscure way; has it always been like this? Regardless of the way it has was will be, it is something and that something is what I like.

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Zimlaba Zombilad

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