Jumping into puddles

Smiling, Spinning 'round and 'round, Holding hands, The whole world a blur.

Friday, May 05, 2006

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Never forget who you are, as you may regret it in the future.

My mind has been fried by everything that's going on both here in Sheffield and back home.

I'm so very tired of everything. And the easy option of escaping everything is hardly the easiest.

The smell of Spring in the air says Summer is on the way.

Something that I cannot wait for.

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