Maybe every day has a story of its own.
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011
explorer.
For we, we are not long here.
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it.
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you.
Hope is coming for me.
Hope, He’s coming
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