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:: Tuesday, November 26, 2002 ::
I don't understand why every time I feel happy, someone else seems to suffer.
I have a good and honest heart, and I don't lie. Perhaps, in my youth, I was not so saintly a girl, but I do my best to live honestly now.
And just for once...why can't someone take a helping hand for just that, instead of being upset when my heart and soul isn't part of the deal?
Tonight a Fox roams the shadows without the remains of her once-noble pack. Only the desert will hear her cries now, for the most trusted has turned a deaf ear when he is the most needed.
~Fox Mackenzie; Vixen until I die.
:: Fox 11/26/2002 10:28:00 PM [Say what?] ::
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