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Post by Sarah on Jun 5, 2006 18:07:38 GMT -5
Today I met a great new friend. Who knew me right away. It was funny how she understood all I had to say. She listened to my problems, she listened to my dreams. We talked about love and life. She has been there too it seems. I never once felt judged by her. She knew just how I felt. She seems to just except me. And all the problems that have been dealt. She didn't interrupt me or need to have her say. She just stood there very patiently. And didn't go away. I wanted her to understand. How much she meant to me. But as I went to hug her. Something startled me. I put my hands in front of me and went to pull her nearer. And realized that my new best friend was nothing but... My Mirror
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Post by Sarah on Jun 5, 2006 18:08:08 GMT -5
Well I hope this is good.
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celtrasa
I've been around
Whos the real me?
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Post by celtrasa on Jun 17, 2006 4:14:21 GMT -5
chay! i really liked it. understandable that it would be yourself who understands you. usually when i look in a mirror i just make kissy faces at myself...
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Post by *GoThIc_FairY* on Jun 18, 2006 16:30:53 GMT -5
omg girl, this is a great poem, really
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