I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth. (C.McC.)
Monday, April 18, 2005
wish you were here?!
Look at me, I had so many things to tell you, but now, you're gone. And now I'm left with so many words unspoken. And now I'm left with my own reflection in the mirror. And now I can hear my heart beating.
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