Ten years have passed now since that night's events unfolded, yet they are burned in my mind like they happened yesterday. It was a normal Thursday evening; I had just finished getting my daughter, Asia, ready to go. She was dressed in a beautiful white ruffled dress with little pink flowers scattered down the front. Sam was...
Broken, is my heart, holding on to what is dead. Too many years, gone. Precious time you can't get back; dreaming of a love that lasts.
ImaLee N. Onya
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