I remember you, I inhaled your essence it brought me out of my shell Than you spread throughout my veins taking me to heaven and than as a reminder straight to hell.. Even tho I have left you behind you are still a part of who I am today the little whisper in my mind. of all that could be all that was How hard I struggled to break free Yet, why do I miss you?
Lori I have a buddy named Jim Beam. Sometimes I want to look him up just for old times sake but then I think. "Fuck him"; he only calls quietly from the past, he is no longer a part of my present.
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Lori I have a buddy named Jim Beam. Sometimes I want to look him up just for old times sake but then I think. "Fuck him"; he only calls quietly from the past, he is no longer a part of my present.
Peace
mark
Mark,
My past is my past. It haunts me, but I have finally garnered enough sense to know that the past is where it belongs. Thank you...you made my day...
Lori
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