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• to finish all the drawing that i started and keep on thinking about what it would be like if i could blow up school, get through school, and create an anime show with my friends,,,,,,
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Friday, July 15, 2005
even the best memories can make u cry
hey... i've been around now and again, and to tell ya the truth, i do visit ur sites from time to time but i don't always leave a comment. and another thing i've realize.... i'm losing touch with some great ppl. Valako was a great friend, but i haven't heard from him in a long time. he was a great poet and a caring person. anyone who knew him would say the same. last he updated was almost 6 months ago. others don't seem to be in contact with me either. and i just want to say, i'm sorry. but i just read some posts and alot of them are sad. i'm sorry everyone. i didn't know.....
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life moves on as we're left behind,
drinking the lust or old summers time,
and hearing the voices never heard in a while,
telling eachother never give in,
but in the end we surrender and fin,
drinking the lust of old summers time,
several things run through my mind,
remembering the days we were together,
the things we used to say,
but time goes on as we're left behind,
and drinking the lust of old summers time,
killing the moments, one step at a time,
never forget the words that rhyme,
the memories of things long past gone,
even the dreams that always went wrong,
so in memory of all lost tears,
and all lost hope,
life moves on as we're left behind,
drinking the lust of old summers time.
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