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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
2 years old and no where to go
maybe i've forgotten what it feels like to love as a child; innocent, pure and true.
or have we just forgotten ourselves ?
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maybe i've forgotten what it feels like to love as a child; innocent, pure and true.
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