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Subject: #These Are My#

Author: Confessions

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:17:05 04/05/05 Tue In reply to: Somersault 's message, ".why tip-toe through life to arrive at death safetly." on 01:29:16 04/05/05 Tue ~Made cry when I got that phone call~ Name: Confessions Color: Buckskin Breed: Mustang Personality: undescribable , sad but yet trusting , yet understanding , then again deepened in hate Gender: Mare Age: 5 Image: Darken soul comes upon the youngster.Cooing voice haunts the night sky. "What's the matter?" , I look upon her as a fatal petal on a flower bound to bloom and die in wintering days. ~Man I don't no what to do but to keep on moving~ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]