leaveten's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- just thoughts* -Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I longed to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you. -We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. -All people live on blank pages.
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