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As the rain pitter patters on my window, i think of the girl that I once was. It seems so long ago. I don't even recognize my own reflection in the mirror anymore. Who is that girl? I used to have a list of dreams that went on and on and on. ...
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blog entry posted Mon, October 16, 2006 - 12:33 PM
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