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Saturday, April 1, 2006

Time is stealing something dear of mine, slowly, creeping into my thoughts. This war is going far too long- I haven't seen you nor held you in my arms. I have forgotten what you look like, the color of your eyes, your smile are slowly running from me, I can't stop it all I can do is ask why. It... Sign in to see full entry.

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