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as old as earth, sun and moon. Yet I feel young, like a crisp, warm breeze sweeping down rainy dew fields.
oceans and rivers, flowing gentle as rain. I am hope. I will not perish, born of the first man. by Vince Freeman |
It sounds like a cold wind in winter. It smells like an attic in autumn. It tastes like bitter aspirin. Loneliness feels like a tear gently running down your face. |
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WHAT IS A FRIEND?
Honest in all situations Cares abvout your feelings A person you can tell anything
Someone you can depend on You share memories together Hardly fight with each other
Someone you can never forget
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