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by Shorrtee Dec 22, 2006 category : Friendship, family / other
I am standing here, Looking back, at the time that passed me by. I sit down, I start to remember, about all the times I cried. I dance around, And begin to think, about all my happy times. I sing aloud, and play a tune, about the memory of my friends. I jump up and down, and scream aloud, the exciting thoughts inside my head. I start to cry, and wipe my eyes, because I miss the memories that passed right by.