this day, unlike most days, is a fine day. a day spent on the things loved most. found my old self in old letters, old greeting cards, promises unkept by you and me, love that was to be forever..a day of connection.
But a very lonely day. cant complain. asked for it. have let everything go wrong that can possibly go wrong. and now, there is so much to be done, yet again.
ah well, tomorrow is another day.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
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