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May 22, 2006 / 1:11 p.m.
I'm chasing the sunset on this one. Within fingers reach always close but not quite close enough. I swear I once had you. Maybe it was only a dream. I know now if I held you again I would never let you go. You know me, always chasing, always wasting my dreams. I'm not giving up on this one. At least not until you tell me for sure whatever once was is now over, and you've moved on. Don't tell me you've moved on.