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the_rarity_of_it_all
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klairchen
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that I would come here again to draw out these few words, turning into sentences that lack proper form.
The moon draws out lonely and restless hearts to gather, yet never to embrace...
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061106
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Christ without the cross
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that i would actually have something to say when i come here instead of leeching off the depth of another. I have so little to say these days. So little to offer. Its sickening.
My escape frm the real world and i have nothing to say.
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061106
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avian dementia
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sometimes it happens that way
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061106
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sameolme
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the rarity of us all
embraced by darkness
I must go again
called by love
I answer
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061106
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Wasandru
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~the improbability of the existence of anything whatsoever~
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061106
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nom
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it_was_so_beautiful
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061107
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unhinged
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i finally have guitar boys in milwaukee; two beautiful guitar boys. multiples always cause trouble and i'm just so bad at choosing.
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061108
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unhinged
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and i'm glad to see you here klairchen; it's been a long time since we wrote on the same recent page.
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061108
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daxle
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I am actually happy. And nothing is wrong. And it's been this way for weeks.
I am single and happy! Doing responsible things! Holy shit!
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061108
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Klairchen
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That I would love him actually, or love it actually, or see them and like the way they stare actually, or my aimlessness actually.
Actually just to feel again - that is what I aimed for.
No, that is not it.
To love, actually...
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070110
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klairchen
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that they would, in fact, embrace.
marked and contrived, maybe so.
nonetheless, they embraced.
and so very
rare indeed,
as it was too soon...
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