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By *+*+barbed+*+*wire*+*+* •

Once opon a midnight dream, When memories colided, Like an open stream. . . When night broke to day, and when we were still, a loving team? Remember the times, Way back when, when we were so close? And you could still be seen?

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February 4, 2010 13:52essie

ahh... sounds sad...

February 7, 2010 21:20*+*+barbed+*+*wire*+*+*

thanks, i was going for the feel of those nightmares you get when one of your loved ones dies or goes away.