Mar 23, 2005 23:28
moisture falls down my cheeks;
onto the nearest thing to catch them;
something so small holds so much pain
so much hurt and sorrow, mourn, or love.
its all the same it all streams down
with each sob a new tear
with every tear another memory lost
another moment gone.
something so small holds so much strength and weakness.
-- me
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i love jennifer
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love ya!
manda.
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well if you need any help with it all leme know its pretty easy once u figure it out.
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jenn
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