Treasure Island

mandy mayhem

(7/3/1996-aha i am not dead / some where)

change


as we get older we change
the people around us change
but do we realy realize that we change
we can notice a change in others but
can we notice a change in ourselves
as well as we notice a change in the people around us
often people say 'wow you havent changed a bit' but the truth is
we have changed alot more than we think that we have changed
so go to a mirror and take a good look at yourselve and ask this simple question 'am i the same person i was three years ago? '

Submitted: Tuesday, January 20, 2009

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  • Danny H (12/13/2009 5:25:00 PM)

    Thank you, for being someone who actually realizes
    that everyone changes, no body can stop themselves
    whether they change for the better or for the worse (Report) Reply

  • Kerli Undead (2/8/2009 5:45:00 PM)

    inspirational <3333
    i like the ending 'so go to a mirror and take a good look at yourselve and ask this simple question 'am i the same person i was three years ago? '

    ~Kerli (Report) Reply

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