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| typhoid |
whispers in the darkness remind us of warm starkness that surrounds us and engulfs all possible misery. we are not alone (wouldn't be an oxymoron if we were?) |
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| girl | i dont feel the comfort of this when he is not in town | 000327 |
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| MollyGoLightly | Can't really count on anyone but yourself. Not even your car alarm. | 000328 |
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| Brad | I feel like i am, in some supernatural way. Call me crazy. | 000328 |
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| dean-bean | A charmed existance. The life of a fool, or the mad. Dance through the mine field and come out with both feet intact. Through all you money in a wishing-well, and find a hunk of gold in the road. Just be careful what you do, little fool--if your charm runs out you could quicly become the hanged man. | 000328 |
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| shielded | defended | 070506 |
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| f |
i'm not proected by people who call me thick - but i am ...it's ok.. it's the truth. some people are sick. |
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