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Life soon becomes busy, and people drift away, Memories slowly fade, and colors turn to gray. We've lost the time we've spent alone Searching for what we already own. Deep inside, we have yet to realize That it's the people around us we should prize. Not every heart is made of gold, Nor every man always so bold. But when we stop and really look Behind every cranny and in every nook, We'll find that even they can bleed and cry. And when it is our turn to die, Will we expect the symathy we never gave To guide our spirits to our grave? |
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Hello everyone. I have another blog through google now. I still intend to keep this blog here, but I am not sure if I will continue to post my story, as I have been having difficulties in doing so. My new address is: http://thestormblade.blogspot.com/ Please visit it and tell me what you think. I apologize for not being more in touch with everyone...it has been a difficult few months for me for several personal reasons. I will try and do better though...! Keep your swords sharp for Dargothia! Elizabeth |