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yesterday was one of those days where you never forget anything. where, if you keep a journal, you have so much to write about.  sometimes i hate the internet, but on the other hand it kills my time.  things are lookin' up from here, and i love you all. i love my parents, and that's all i can say.

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I want to live, I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold
It's these expressions I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old

I've been to Hollywood, I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind, it's such a fine line
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If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, please post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.

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