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Sunday, July 30, 2006

sixty-two:

things don't always make sense, and are often not thought thouroughly through, yet sometimes we crash in life knowingly, expectantly, just hoping, and perhaps wrongly, that because we are still young and have time on our side, that it will eventually redeem us of whatever pain we cause to ourselves and others.

what hurts me most inside is that we will no longer make any lasting memory together.

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