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Created on 5-1-07
There comes a time, where you start to think, am i simple and prime?or am i starting to sink?Am i on the path,i am intended?or am i slipping in a whole, thats not so splended?am i slipping away,into a whole new land?or am i on the same track,that i had planned?Am i doing away with my life?are my dreams going to shatter?as long as i try,nothing else will matter!
Please Login to post comments| On October 22nd 2007 dcmartin21 Said : | |
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now thares one i can relate to, i have offton wonderd that about myself=/ its nice=] |
