these are from the torn pages of my kept-hidden journal (actually a prescription pad i got from my aunt)...yeah, torn and someday soon concealed no more.
Friday, March 11, 2005
youth camp-cahayag
a falling star fell right before our very eyes. and yes! we made our wishes. we saw it. just me and him.
could he possibly be right when he said it meant something?
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