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Monday, July 19, 2010 8:46 PM


A rough patch..

its coming close to a special date. so i am thinking more.. its hard and it hurts sometimes but wounds reopen sometimes, i pray that you are doing well.

i.. will need a while. there are things i like but some other things stop me from them. i need to focus, i will be a Sergent soon.

you know.. i always prayed to god when she was upset, i would pray for god to take my happiness and give it to her. give her my life so as to protect her from harm. well, its payment time i guess.

at the chalet, i remembered what happened a little more than a year ago, last may.. i remember what happened..

but now.. there is nothing, and i got to live with that, i know.. all this pain, all this suffering.. just means that i have loved before..


hold me now at 8:46 PM
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