To be honest with you, it never really was. I'm a photographer at heart.
So, yeah. I might scan in some of my old stuff, but that's probably it.


The lonelyDid anyone know him? Did anyone care? Was anyone sure that he was actually there? But he's gone now, what a waste of a mind, And with him he took a story of time. A time when he was loved, happy and cheerful, A time when he was needed, greeted, and hugged. But those times have gone with the wind. Dreams that were so lively, have now worn paper thin. Battered and bruised from an endless fight, He thinks it's over, I'm done. It's time to turn out the light. He yells in his anger "you'll never win! You can't get me down!" But soon his laugh turned into a frown. He's lost theThe lonely
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I almost came as a shark actually, but then I realized an eagle's slightly better.
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