When the past becomes the present, I become scared. Often, memories hold me together, force me to push on, allow me to make better decisions. But when she comes from behind and hits you with everything you felt was pver for a reason, it hurts. Longing for a return, yet hoping never to relive those moments again.
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What's wrong with having a friend?
Monday, March 30, 2009
Years unseen
Posted by Andre Torynn Lampa at 5:04 PM
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