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Monday, January 7, 2008

Looking In the past where we try to hold eternity with our small round memories A child wanders through a smoke filled room only to die in the fire of his illusions What will they say about you when you are gone in the book of life They will only mention you once where it will be noted how well you... Sign in to see full entry.

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