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Thursday, July 24, 2008 12:41 AM


Its the end of the day..

i guess its true, it is darkest right before dawn.
I REALLY MISS YOU ALOT.
sweets really makes my day every time.
FROM THE TIME WE PART TILL THE TIME I HOLD YOU
Ctin is the opposite of Pandora's box.
MY HEART AND SOUL LONGS TO BE BESIDE YOU :)
And my life is like the timing of the days, with you around its bright and sunny. without you, darkness calls me to rest.

remember that you are Bright like the sun :)


hold me now at 12:41 AM
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