Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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.me..myself..and i... forever Syra!. I’ve spend so much time throwing rock at your window, that I never even knocked on the front door.. I walk by statues never even made one chip, but if I could leave a mark on the monument of the heart, I just might lay myself down for a little more than I had the last day, wait a time to spare these lies we tell ourselves.. These days have come and gone, but this time is sweeter than honey…
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