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jss | work | writing | aboutme | projects |
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| wil, courtney, patrick, myself |
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| jason, guest |
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| mairhtin |
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| arnold |
my life was different. i knew different people, i did different things, i even felt differently. sometimes i wished i could have those feelings back again. life moves on without your permission or anybody's say so, really. a face of life. memories are our gift.. our souvenir. to remind us of our good times and our bad. our mistakes. our sucesses. and to help us define who we are.