Letter 411.6: The 411 on Life-- Cut Diem
You stood in front of the mirror today, staring at your reflection for what seemed like eternity. In your hands were a pair of scissors: sharp, shiny, flicking off sinister glints under the harsh fluorescent light whenever you twirled the steely instrument in your hand circumspectly, debating on whether to cut, or not to cut.
In truth, you were actually waiting for courage to seize you.
But it never did arrive.
In truth, you were actually waiting for courage to seize you.
But it never did arrive.
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5 Durian(s) Thrown at Jun:
Nice highlights :)
fibrate: lol those are my old ones actually >.< din get my hair re-coloured...
rapunzel would be so proud of ya, babe! ;D
ok, i see the smile :)
nic: say, did rapunzel want to chop off her locks too? gosh i can't remember my bedtime stories now...
zewt: :D
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