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Desolate Playground
I have the strange habit of telling the truth.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
When Our Old Self Crumbles
What we fear, is
When our old self crumbles,
Will there be a new self there to replace it?
Or will we just remain a pile of rubble?
Takes guts.
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June 30, 2009 at 6:40 PM
Agreed.
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Agreed.
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