

A night in E minor - PrologueA Night in E minor - PrologueA night in E minor - Prologue
He sat silently as the rosy pale sunset creeped behind him...one note, one sound one last chance to get it right. He was trying to compose a romantic song but romance in the absence of love is like a great painting without a known artist. He got up and searched for his smokes...too many, to less...at nights with poisonous smoke as his perfume when he composed and composed...but at last he has been defeated by what had always tortured him .... Absence of the feeling of love.
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To live is to die, atleast I have his arms to hold me!
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I like that Youkai Inuyasha pic there!
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It is not enough to be compassionate. You must act.
His Holiness Tenzin Gyatso The Fourteenth Dalai Lama of Tibet
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