Am I the only one that gets the feeling that if I don't travel soon I'll explode into a million pieces and die!? God, please expand my world!
Finally Woken
Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorous morn.
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
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