Sunday, 22 March 2015

As Seen on TV

Remember when life had a meaning. When the little things meant something. Except for time. Time meant nothing. It was endless. Though every little waste was painful, like being stuck in church on Sunday. The world was greener, and things were better. People were nicer. The world was kinder. Or perhaps I'm just seeing the past through amber tinted shades?

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