} - a few days ago i was reading my old old posts. and i came across this poem that Yvonne wrote that I posted... I liked it back then, and I still do. so im going to post it again. this is for yvonne. =) -------------------------------------- Sorted Struggling to hold the boats The golden thread broke Soon your tears dried The sun that we once shared Before we shrink out of sight Before we shrink out of sight --------------------------------------- and i know this has nothing to do with what happened, but i just wanted to tell you about this post not because of what happened, but because i had wanted to write it anyway. cos seeing that old poem you wrote brought back a ton of memories. and..yeah. i just felt like doing this.
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