No matter what day, what time,
Everytime I walk in this door,
A rush of memories, an uncontrollable smile,
Nostalgic joy, into my heart, pour...
I miss being here, when I am not...
I hate it , I will have to leave,
I wish I would not....
Strange is life.... strange is time...
strange are the ways of people
somehow..I want to say MINE...
June 12 2006
I really hate leaving the lab I have worked in for the last one year... it definitely is not the work alone but everyone else who worked with me....
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