Friday, April 22, 2005

I have looked behind to see if my prints are still in the sand. But, this bitter knot in my throat this aching place in my heart wants to shout as it realized that my prints were washed away by the current; I am alone... I have nothing to hold on I gave all I was, all I had but, then everything was... Sign in to see full entry.

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