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Apr 2010
What to do, what to do
On a boring day that has really no meaning
But yet everyday is a gift not a choice or a right
Or maybe it's not the day but the moment of the day
Or perhaps not the moment of the day but yourself
These have to be the questions that haunt me.....
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Isabella
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