Monday, October 19, 2009
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Monday, October 12, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Life is a gift like fresh cut roses
Cut from the branch and brought inside
It's a slow contradiction, it's beauty in a vase
When our cords are cut that's when we start to die
I'm not holding on too tight. Or maybe I am, and its slipping. Consider my life lately a roller coaster going down on the track and never stopping.
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