Sober, by mytruth |
Years of oblivion to waste. Oblivion is bliss you know. I woke up at the age of twenty nine to discover I had a reason to live, to love, to smell the flowers. I never want to not feel again. |
Posted: 2007-05-27 19:46:44 UTC |
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2007-07-13 02:50:31 | Simply-Me-20104 |
Some people need to take this advice! This is an amazing format, with so much of a story in so little! Good job. |