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Friday, October 03, 2008
And I still cry so easily. Those waves won't leave me easily. Everyday, I will be reminded of what you did, every week I will evaluate my self-worth, every song tells of a love gone so wrong. Perhaps out of two one ought to be happy, to balance things out.
it's Friday, October 03, 2008 now