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[Mar. 21st, 2004|09:19 am] |
When things go up this fast, it is only predictable that they were collapse at twice that velocity.
I'm at the top. Ready to fall.
Some may view it as a mature apple falling to the ground.
To me, it's more like seeds thrown into an abyss.
i missed my mom when she left. but she's here now.
why do i still miss her? |
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