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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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