The past month has been a MTV series-packed of ultra sensory-stimulus, I can't handle it, field day. I haven't been able to figure out what I feel about them, let alone, write anything eloquent. Young lives snapped away unannounced haunt me day and night. Beautiful things in life and wonderful friends keep my rooted. The transient time flows through my fingers.
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April 15, 2007
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