Wednesday, February 3, 2010
hurts inside. that still don't end in 3 years, bus, sitting in a familiar place when, 'although I wish that came through the door at the only human. all this time does not change. Why then? The more 'remote' although we are. Despite not have relevance. Although you go why? in song to remember you. Although I am still on my own name, or even unable to speak up. 'll be mad, my God. I came to this time last year. I am only one of the poor.
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