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the past.

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Monday, August 04, 2008

for you guys, and for mummy. 

i remember all the times that i had spent with my friends.
taking bart to san francisco just for 350 cents.
talking, laughing, joking, didnt quite know what was to come.
years of memories, irreplaceable fun.

i remember telling mom that i'd make her proud one day.
she would smile and knew exactly all the right things to say.
man, i miss her and cant wait till i get back to the bay.
back to the common, simple, beautiful ways.

(thank you jana for the song(: )




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