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Sunday, April 26, 2009
Where I stood.
I'm not who I was, and I'm not who I am.
Today, I followed your narrative and walked as if North Clark street was my runway.
"The city lights laid out before us, and your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder."
So, where to now?
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Samantha Cole
I've always believed I was made for something big...now, I'm just waiting.
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