Wednesday, April 7, 2010

when push comes to shore, you taste what you are made of. you might bend till you break cause its all you can take. on your knees, you look up, decide you had enough, you get mad, you get strong. wipe your hands, shake it off then you stand.

stand tall.
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i miss you too, Charmian.

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