
I will fight the good fight, I will run and finish the race, I will keep the faith and see God face to face.
title: it doesn't matter anymore; now that we're together.
I cleaned the toilets! :D during the camp. and it's cool cleaning. it's FUN. (: yay i mastered a skill. ;P how can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war? memories change over time. sometimes, you hear what people say, what they think that happened before. your mind tend to take those in, and it will slowly form a new memory; one that is being passed. the first tear is always the hottest. it sprang out of my eyes, and rolled down. even as i wipe it away, the smear of it can still be felt; a tinging sensation, a burning drop of tear. |
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