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Thursday, September 22, 2011

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A thread of string,
no matter how small.
Even if cut
will still affect all
The memories
The laughter
The sadness
Before and after
It is a cycle
It is a seem
sewing together
reality and dream.
The people you know
The people you meet
will get angry,
will skip a beat.
People are people
Emotions and all
Friendship and family
From the climb to the fall.
What truly matters
is how much you learn,
To remember the scar
and heal the burn.

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