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Jan 2013
And you lost it.  It wasn't your fault; you didn't do anything wrong, but it's gone.  It's almost harder that way because you had no control - no say in the matter.  You had to just sit there and watch the sand slip through your fingers.
Written by
Dillon
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   Panamonium, ---, Anon C and ---
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