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Edited by
lilangel2
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Fri 05/30/08 01:00 PM
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Believing
I remember when I was eight years-old aglow with wonderous thoughts of santa and everything that believing in him would bring: candy, toys and even the sheer joy of just believing, knowing deep down that he really didn't exist but convincing myself to believe just the same that I might not be denied the joy of his existence so, I just believed ...as I believe in you. Angel |
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Believing I remember when I was eight years-old aglow with wonderous thoughts of santa and everything that believing in him would bring: candy, toys and even the sheer joy of just believing, knowing deep down that he really didn't exist but convincing myself to believe just the same that I might not be denied the joy of his existence so, I just believed ...as I believe in you. Angel |
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