Life

by hbk276   Dec 3, 2006


In the end we always think about the begining, I guess we always think of what we had. When someome we love dies we always think of the ones that are alive and that mean the most to us. We can\'t live in the past, but we can hold on to those memories close to us and cherish them forever. Life is very funny and starnge, so make the best of it and hold on to those who are very close and dear to you, for we don\'t know what tomorrow may bring.

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