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Saturday, June 21, 2008
Sometimes I do not even know myself.
It scares me when the flashbacks still occur.
The passion and dreams of the young.
I have always believed that I have moved on from there.
Did I really?Labels: random thoughts
♥ theGrumpyToast
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twenty-two
living a life of abundance;
Anticipating the arrival of Spring