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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Just when I needed it most
We live and breathe the same air, pass through the same doors..but something separates you and I by a whole dimension other than time, other than space. And yet..you, I would love to give the entirety of my heart, to; with all its salvaged bits and pieces. Try not to fade away, there's quite alot of saving to be done..

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