Apr 25, 2005 15:25
As the December like wind blew by the door I got the chills justing thinking about the cold winter I had already endoured...
...soetimes just thinking about the past hurts more then living it...
...when all of a sudden I was greeted with a formilar voice.
wounds will heal but the scars never go away
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