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06-18-2007, 08:46 AM
If only it were that simple.
My mom would freak out and say stuff like, "WE HAVE FACE WASH AT HOME, USE THAT!" and refuse to be swayed; and my dad would say "Why?" and refuse to be swayed, because apparently he likes to think that I have perfect skin or something. I don't know.
These wings are broken
Can I still fly?
Asked, so sadly,
Who am I?
The future is the present. The last minute that went meaninglessly ticking by on the pendolum of the clock is the past, which was once the future. The next minute awaiting its time will one day be the present, and far too soon, the past.
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