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by Pantala Apr 17, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I find myself just to lose myself of my own making. To dwell on the past is to dwell on things long gone. To wonder of the future is to wish for things that may never come. I find myself just to lose myself of my own making. Friends come and friends go. People live and people die. I find myself just to lose myself of my own making.
