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The Glory Of It All

A journal by a Friday's Child
i write, because i fear one day i will forget

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

dear little bird...

the past few days,
i saw you online.

i wanted to say hi.
badly.

because i miss talking with you.
but somehow, that's not my place anymore to cheer you up.

i knew that you were sad.
and sick.
but yet...

well all i want to say is,
you know where to find me.
and that i am always there...

don't be a stranger.

take care and get well soon.

big hugs...
Posted by Little Prince at 12:06 AM
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