what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun. when it rises dripping from the sea when it falls like honey on the trees when it swallows up clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
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from a testimonial that i found while surfing friendster.. 8:06:00 PM
bop to the topSunday, February 27, 2005
We come from humble beginnings and who could have guessed it when you sit and doubt it and things ain't all that bright but we made it through the night. It's like a game of truth or dare; if you can make it here, you'll make it anywhere. That's what we've been told but the stories getting old. We started out many years ago. No one will ever know how far we've really come since we walked away and no more words to say and we made a lot of sacrifice, undid a lot of ties, fought a lot of fights to get where we are now. Just don't ask me how. |
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