Thursday, April 28, 2005
> this too shall pass
And this too shall passI promise these tears won't lastThis too shall fadeSomething lost, something savedSomething lost, kid, something savedKid by Julia Fordhamlistening to julia fordham in the dead of the night, brought an unnerving calm to an otherwise turbulent mood that plagues me so in these trying times. and i am suddenly grateful for the simpler things in life. for the the fact that they
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