Friday, December 10, 2010

Why can't I ever remember the things thought at the end of the day?

The soul shines with all of it's ability, but the skin is the only thing that stands between me and the world.

Why do I want to share so much, why do I feel as if I have to share, but I'm afraid others will think I'm bragging, or that I'm placing myself above them?

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