People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers. - Grey's Anatomy
(Because I'm not eloquent enough to say something like that.)
Monday, July 04, 2005
Happy Birthday, America.
I hate fireworks that make loud BOOMS. But my neighbors love it. And they have like a billion of them.
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