Yay...I love updating my journal.First thing first!Happy July Morning to all.Peace

! ^^ It was a weird July Morning for me tho.Usually I either welcome the 1st beams of the summer son on the roof or I don't welcome them at all.This time I was at the balcony.Smoking my 1st for July cigarette.It was very windy and the winds were playing with the smoke from it.Making all sorts of different shapes.Dunno why,but I felt as a child watching them and imagining what they look like.Imagination is a powerful weapon ^^The skies were gray,heavy with steel colored clouds.They were headed straight to the horizon,as if they were intentionally trying to ruin my July Morning >.< But my fears along with the clouds were broken by the 1st strands of light.The dawn came.I breathed out.Memories from the last school year,from the day spend in Varna,from every single important to me thing.And breathed in .Smoke.The 1st light of this summer.But it didn't feel right...Something is missing. Someone.Someones .But who cares

This is gonna be one boring summer...
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"You were my personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me"
"The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse."
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"You were my personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me"
"The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse."
"I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU! Today is love your friends day. Send this to all your friends and me if I am one. If you get 7 back then you're LOVED." ♥♥♥
Love youu
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"Fate Loves The Fearless"-James Russell Lowell
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"I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU! Today is love your friends day. Send this to all your friends and me if I am one. If you get 7 back then you're LOVED." ♥♥♥
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"You were my personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me"
"The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse."
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"You were my personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me"
"The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse."
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"Larry, relax, I'm wax"-Night at the Museum
Barnaby
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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