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Friday, June 03, 2005 . 9:37 AM

You don't stop loving someone; you only get used to living without them there . . . . .

Stumbled across someone's blog and saw that...

I can't help feeling that it's so true.

Sighzz..

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Friday, June 03, 2005 . 9:37 AM

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