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If thoughts could walk...

I have been on a personal spiritual purge movement. There are so many things to say to make one seem alive, but those left unsaid inside...


I would like to stop, but I have become a walking likeable machine. Heck, I might as well just go on.

Posted by martha lung on Saturday, September 23, 2006 at 11:26 AM |

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