I was an isolated spirit

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Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Here where I stand

i still miss my mom. sometimes, i walked down the street and i've seen someone who reminds me of her. the way she walks, the sound of her voice, and the way she smile. i never thought those things i thought i forgotten..
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