Painted smiles and small laughter, that is what makes the world go round~

It’s funny how I look back and you are in almost all my good memories, but looking into the future I see not one part of you. Oh and then as I sit here typing my venting a song plays on the radio, the one that well you know. I guess letting go never happens when you had all of me and that would mean in letting you go, I would be loosing me. Once again this turns out to be that day where you turn up the music and blast out the world.

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