It seems like centuries have passed since I left home. Every now and again, I will see or hear something that reminds me of the most beautiful place on earth. Some just dont understand what a person feels when they are truly connected with something or someone. Either they are blind to the fact or just choose to ignore it. For years and years, I have been blessed (or cursed) with memories of lives that arent mine. Maybe they are, just from previous ones. Its always good to have memories, whether they are good or bad. It defines you as a person. But what are they supposed to mean?
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DarknessandShadows
20:16 Oct 27 2009
=) I might be able to tell you.