Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The Stranger of Stage.
Don't give the crowd what they want. If they knew what they wanted, they'd be on stage. Not you.
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I can only hope that the memories will never fade in anyone's mind. Even when we only have glossy covered pictures reminding us of yesterday. If only I had a picture of today from our hearts, for the cover of the scrap book in my mind. Please, paint me a picture of today before tomorrow takes it away.
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