Nov 26, 2006 03:59
Amazing still it seems, I'll be twenty-three.
And thanks to those who were with me until the wee hours of the morning.
I won't always love what I'll never have.
And thanks to those who greeted.
I won't always live, in my regrets.
You just don't know how much it means to me.
Thank You, Lord for another year.
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