Brain Food Crumbs
...and Other Assorted Leftovers
Saturday, July 30, 2005
In My Deepest and Darkest Hour...
I miss you.
I miss what it's like to love you.
Dearly,
I miss you, but I guess, you will never know.
From,
Proseac
"Written for that someone buried deep in my heart
in a place that sometimes even I didn't knew it existed"
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