Why do you choose your pain
If you only knew
How much I love you, Love you
I won't be your winter
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry
And we can be forgiven
And I will be here.
He says when you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I�ll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
Monday, Jan. 10, 2005 at 9:12 p.m.
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Well, long time no write. If I could bear the thought, I'd just delete this diary instead of dragging on this slow demise. I just have so many memories; so many dreams tied to this diary. Perhaps it shall see a rebirth one day.
I love y'all and hope things are well with you.