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Sun Jun 24 10:14:36 2001
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Strange...how we forget everything we have...till it's gone.
We live our lives taking things for granted...
Never thinking about what...or who...we owe it to.
And yet...when it's lost to us...we grieve...
And wonder what we could've done to change the course of nature...
Instead of doing all we can from the very start.

Time heals...and hurts...yet the love of friends and family is always there...
Hidden somewhere on a tiny shelf in the back of your heart...
Waiting to be remembered.

Yes, in time, broken memories come out in words...
Stories to be told to a newfound friend...
Past dreams to be shared with a cherished loved one...
Still, it's gone...just out of your reach...calling to you...

Home...what it will always be...where our hearts will always lie...
Love...like that we've never known...and never will...
Friendship, rarely found, that can never be replaced...

Here...where my soul will always rest.

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