Stealing Snowflakes
Each one is a different prize
Friday, May 7, 2010
The Space Between Us
They said not to be sad because they'd see me again. They'd still be around.
Thing was, I saw the good bye looming. I saw the end. It wasn't that they wouldn't be around, it was that
I wouldn't be.
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