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Sometimes I forget that this journal exists. I forget that I had so many things to fulfill by posting my rantings and ramblings and feelings. Time goes by and I grow older, my ambitions shift as well as my priorities.
Is it funny that there is an old lady inside of me just waiting to burst forth and be recognized. Every gray hair is a hallelujah, every crease is a monument of every moment I have lived through, survived.
Haaaallelujaaaaaah
Halleluuuuuuuujah
Hallelujah
Is it funny that there is an old lady inside of me just waiting to burst forth and be recognized. Every gray hair is a hallelujah, every crease is a monument of every moment I have lived through, survived.
Haaaallelujaaaaaah
Halleluuuuuuuujah
Hallelujah