View Blog    Missing I look in the mirror to see myself, Then I laid my hand upon my chest. Something was gone, but I couldn’t remember. I knew however, it has been there since September. This precious and vulnerable item for me, Had been found buried under roots of memories. For some reason this item wasn’t coming to mind. A picture couldn’t come no matter how I tried Since this is so valuable to me, I should know it If it was mine to love, for how long I owned it, But really can you tell me what it is?     Posted by MissCammy on 2008-07-06 02:31:36 | Rating: | Views: 64     Email This to a Friend Friend's Email *    Friend's Name*    Your Name*    Security code*    Refresh Image                 Print This Blog Post     Bookmark: Delicious  Digg  Reddit  Facebook  StumbleUpon    Permalink:      Blog Comments Nothing found Would you like to comment?     (Maximum characters: 5000)     You have characters left.      Security code:                                                     Refresh Image

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