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December 24, 2006

Merry Eve:

Listening To:

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know - Nickelback

Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory... - Anastasia

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you - Christina

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