MIslead
By Hayley
The direction of our love is unclear. The intention is unstated. The reasons that we are searching for are non-existant. Is this just a script, of which we follow? Reading our lines strangley, perfect. Are we running towards truth? Or are we circling our steps on the round-about of deception? To know we must let go. And find the answers on our own separate roads. Written October 6th, 2001 © on Jan 05 2002 05:03 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"The direction of our love is unclear...."