Thanks, You

She walks to the meadow with the weights on her shoulders in a white flowing dress the wind blows her golden blonde hair the yellow sunflowers dance along with the autumn leaves She begins to weep the slaty tears stream down her face into her red full lips She takes the heavy weights off and lays the in the tall grass Turns and walks away Leaving her past and worries behind her
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ryn: I did save it, but I have two other accounts for which I didn't save the original e-mail for. I don't know how to get the passwords for them.
[Anonymous]
concerts at the fair are concerts! were u even there?
[Anonymous]
Hey who is this?
thats really nice. but anyhoo, it seems like there are five million ways to spell the same name nowadays. jordan, jordyn, jordon, jorden, jordin, jourdanne even.
no problem!!
nice entry

randomly stumbled upon ur diary
i like your backround.
its awsome xx