tomorrow doesnt have my imprint I can dream as if a child yesterday has passed like a cold winter's day perhaps I may find myself in a field of wildflowers in tomorrow's land of promises as I've yet to leave my prints and tomorrow is all I have I'll move only forward not ever looking back Sign in to see full entry.
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